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Feb 2016
You keep screaming my name
with a voice of terror,
but each time you do
it slowly drifts away
and that frightens me
deep into my bones,
I shake.
What happens when I can't hear your voice anymore?
When your calls finally
stop beckoning my name,
what happens to me?
Cayce McQuillan
Written by
Cayce McQuillan  20/F/Chicago
(20/F/Chicago)   
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   --- and Vanessa Gatley
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