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Wispers of the unknown now fill what use to be sounds of steadfastness Wispers of harshness now radiate this atmosphere Wispers of past soundness no where to be found Wispers of two hurting souls aches and pains make known there presence

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eric-charette

Published: Jul 18, 2012
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