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May 2015
Hollowed out ideas
Seem to grow a skeleton
when you're not around

I make changes in your voice
I hear what's not there
Among the white noise

And for the longest instant
I fear you look at me
The same way I look at you

Then I am reminded
By intense universal forces
I am upsetting the natural order
Ode to the sweet boy. It's not the best I have written, but had to get it out. it was clogging up my spiritual pipes ha.
Written by
Sadah H  Dhaka
(Dhaka)   
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