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May 2015
Tender whispers spark up my spine
Whispers of sorrow
My thoughts hollow
And your ears crave a sentence or two
You listen
No one listens
But you do
Vocals open their arms
You passionately grab them
Embrace their effect
You listen
I'd tell you how I'm missing a touch
But it'd be to bliss to love

-gz
Ghizlane Z
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Ghizlane Z  Canada
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