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Jul 2019
it's late
(as always)
and I hear voices
voices in the trees
in the ever moving tides
and the star-specked skies.
they blur with the howling wind
or maybe they whisper in secrets
on purpose
to avoid lonely ears
such as mine.
I long for someone I won't ever meet. Tragic, isn't it?
Fire
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