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Circle The Windows with Mailboxes

by @dawnivyn-lenneth-blackwulf

I've got this religion building up inside I need to let go of the outside though I know not which voice is mine to find I've gotta drive home without a vehicle to ride I've got to drive home Where was it you sang? I felt your low resonance I felt you in the blood pumped through my lungs at one time your breathiness absorbed in my dreams watching me sleep Today, I'm gone Today I am completely fucking gone-- I got this
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Oct 5, 2014
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#windows#writing#voice#circles#artistry#workshop#groups#mailboxes#gatherings
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