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Jul 2019
I am drawn to him
in the way
I don't understand.
I don't need to see him.
His voice only gives me
goosebumps.
And now I can handle the pain.
It's his voice in my head
Reminding me of how long
I've handled it,
that haunts me.
My heart hears nothing but
audible gold from his mouth.
So now I know
that I don't need much
from my life.
Just need to hear his voice;
sometimes.

A Fragment of happiness
in my life.
Not a very good poet, just tried to write something about his voice.
Melody
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Melody  20/F/A real fucking hell
(20/F/A real fucking hell)   
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