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Jun 2016
A Twitch.
Change the pitch of my voice.

A Smile.
Focus on their eyes awhile.

A Frown.
Bring them closer, lower the sound.

You keep sending off these signals into our skies
and
if i didn't know better;
they may, in fact
be cries.

SOS.
Oskar Erikson
Written by
Oskar Erikson  24/M/London
(24/M/London)   
241
   --- and gray rain
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