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She speaks to me in whispers Beckoning me to the dawn of the day Awakening me with her voice Soft, caressing and dulcet. She speaks to me in whispers Her voice present without a body She floats in the ether I wonder can anyone else hear her? She cleared the energy in my space Banishing malevolent entities Although I've never seen her face Her voice is a reality. She tells me about the minds of others Thoughts I cannot hear Between all the psychic clutter She makes my energy clear. She says she is a shaman woman And works with energy I see her as someone Who understands me.
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
Clairaudience
She speaks to me in whispers Beckoning me to the dawn of the day Awakening me with her voice Soft, caressing and dulcet. She speaks to me in whispers Her voice present without a body She floats in the ether I wonder can anyone else hear her? She cleared the energy in my space Banishing malevolent entities Although I've never seen her face Her voice is a reality. She tells me about the minds of others Thoughts I cannot hear Between all the psychic clutter She makes my energy clear. She says she is a shaman woman And works with energy I see her as someone Who understands me.
chris-doyle
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
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