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Jul 2015
Unfamiliar murmurings

alone in the darkness, the secluded  sound makes its presence known
Unfamiliar murmurings seem to ripple the swells of your very own breathing
Something different amidst a routine endeavor
And yet it still has not come clear
until the chill
An arrow straight through the ***** poisoned with the revelation that its the echoes to your own heartbeat that were made anew
Because you chased his away
And he just always was
Maybe she will miss me when I'm gone
Written by
Hank Van Well Jr  Nassau County
(Nassau County)   
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