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there are sounds that come and go without ever announcing they won't be back: the last clap of thunder in a raging storm quietly dissipating into silence we don't notice the quiet until the sun shines anew in similar fashion the last words of a person I loved filtered through my ear without any fanfare leaving me to regret forever the things I'll never say to him
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Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
Last Word
there are sounds that come and go without ever announcing they won't be back: the last clap of thunder in a raging storm quietly dissipating into silence we don't notice the quiet until the sun shines anew in similar fashion the last words of a person I loved filtered through my ear without any fanfare leaving me to regret forever the things I'll never say to him
renee-short
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Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
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