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Dec 2013
When I sleep in the nighttime,
Sometimes I hear voices.
I wonder every time whether they're cries from you.
They keep me awake most of the time,
But it doesn't matter.
The only thing that matters is you.
I listen out for them, but
They always seem muffled and incoherent.
Then I wonder


If everyone is dying at once.
Jaz
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Jaz  Oaklahoma
(Oaklahoma)   
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