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May 2013
I never thought I'd miss
The things that made me stir.
The only noise now,
Is the distant electronic whir.
It whispers quietly;
Noticeably;
Somewhere from behind.
Just loud enough to drown
Your echoes from my mind.
PenNameBree-Z
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PenNameBree-Z  30/F/Oklahoma
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