Jan 2011
I've not heard your voice,
though your written words
vibrate my central chord.
I know not the color of your hair,
nor seen it drape my pillow,
though I'd love to see it there
though your written words
vibrate my central chord.
I know not the color of your hair,
nor seen it drape my pillow,
though I'd love to see it there
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