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May 2017
Sitting near the ledge, I listen.
Earthly sounds fill the silence that once anticipated
something more.
The coos of the bluebirds whisper a language unknown
to the weary, whilst i lay deep into my own mind.
Yearning for the echo of you, I listen, as silence
fills the air once more.
somberbitch
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somberbitch  25/F/Michigan
(25/F/Michigan)   
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