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Sep 2016
In this black void space,
I could hear voices and laughter.
They tell the stories of yesterday.
They remind me of the swirling emotions
and the white chocolate you gave.
They keep on haunting
until I drift to dreamland
or maybe until dawn.
Cara May
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Cara May
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