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Jan 2017
I try not to think about the sound of his voice
Shivering like i’m in a storm, he speaks
I faint with my heart, his music is sinking in

I don’t want to hold on the the wind
His heart is closed like my mouth
I cannot whisper a word around him
I must keep my head low before he sees
My cheeks that glow, brighter when
He looks into my eyes, only once
They meet like a passing star
I wish upon, then sadness plays inside
I felt this never before, I must run
Before it breaks every bone.
Ghost Writer 3
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Ghost Writer 3  San Fransisco
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