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Oct 2
Voice.

I hear many things,
the rustle of silk as she opens her wings,
the sweetness of nectar she brings.
I hear the falling of night,
the slight whisper of winds,
her breathing beside me,
with words she will guide me
I hear all this inside me,
such a cacophony of
sound.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     Carlo C Gomez
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