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Jun 2022
I returned home at 4 o clock
The latest time I’ve ever known
Through your voice I found my echo
Through your voice I found my home

And in the pitch black, hopeless moments
There’s one place I always go
Your fragile pulse pressed flush against me
Your soul making me it’s own
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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