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Jul 14
His voice cracked when he spoke of her
I could sense his pain in such small sound, almost
Like a whisper
Truly, barely audible, as if his soul wasn't ready to speak of her
As if my soul wasn't prepared to hear
Written by
Rekha Nur Alisha  Jakarta
(Jakarta)   
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