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Jul 2015
Me: "Hello?"
All I ask is an answer back,
But never get one from where the voices come.
Me: "Who's there?"
All I want is a name,
Not for suffering, not for fame.
Me: "Please... Please just say something?"
I hear the voice,
I hear it wisper...
Me: "I can't... I can't hear you!"
Silence,
Not that soft, not that loud
The voice comes near, a gentle sound...
I hear it clearly.
Me: "What's this all about?"
All I hear next, is...
Get out.
Listen to the voices, sometimes they're there to help.
Adriaan Harms
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Adriaan Harms  SA - Bloemfontein
(SA - Bloemfontein)   
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