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Oct 2014
the void of your voice sounds like  the smoothness of satin rubbing on my skin feels
the lack of you sounds like  hints of honey and sweet sayings that drip down finger tips
the memory of  your laughter is muffled, and  takes the rhythm of my heart beat as it echoes quietly
you are an intangible
beautiful ghost
that was once my home
steel tulips
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steel tulips  Vancouver
(Vancouver)   
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   ryn and SPT
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