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Nov 2012
If you can't call.
Then don't e-mail me.
I'm into a voice.
Not by words of choice.
That many times seems forced.

I can connect to the warmth.
That will come across in your voice.
I can  laugh at your mistakes.
Which we all make when speaking.

I careless about a text.
Where you find people hiding behind?
When arguing.

I wants the sincereness of truth.
Which I feel each time I'm speaking to you.
Which is coming from your voice.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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