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Jun 2012
THE VOICE MOVES ME INSIDE,
MY INTER SENSATIONS SCATTERED AROUND
LIKE FLYING BUTTERFLIES,
TICKLES MY HEART MAKING IT
SCREAM! SCREAM!

THE VOICE SO CLOSE BY, YET APART
FROM BEING HEARD ON ONE
END, THE OTHER SIMPLY DEAF.

NEVER THOUGHT THAT VOICE
COULD TRIGGER MY SOUL
SO MUCH FOR A SCREAM TO COME
FROM MY DEEPEST HEART
WITH THE WARMTH OF
HIS THOUGHTS.

FORGOTTEN WILL BE,
UNTREATED IT IS, FOR
WHEN A VOICE ISN'T HEARD,
WILL ECHO SO LONG.
Nattaly Montes de Oca
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