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Sep 2017
I hear words ringing in my head,
every day.

They are your voice;
your words.

Your existence is to the point where now all things remind me of you.

Scents, sights;
places of fond memories.

Everything.

Why does it hurt?
This heavy feeling of the chest;
it is so, so uncomfortable.

Why?

Tell me why, please.
With that voice of yours,

indulge me.

— Y.H.

a yearning,
gentle fervor.
Your tone, it is very much soothing;
your gentleness of phrase.

You make me feel as though I am floating in a placid dream.

(c) Y.H.
YH
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YH  19/F/Selangor, Malaysia
(19/F/Selangor, Malaysia)   
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