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Nov 2015
we never really
hear our voices
only the echo
in our heads or
recordings
that make us sound
electronic and
nothing like ourselves
-
so how could we
even begin to fathom
how utterly beautiful
we sound when
we whisper to someone
at three a.m.
that we are
in love with them.

cs
charlotte schierloh
Written by
charlotte schierloh
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