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His Voice haunts my mind
Fills my Thoughts and the void
Spilling in Rhythmic Delirium that Entrances
Verbally dances
Means the world to me
Makes my day brighter
The heaviest moment, Lighter,
His Voice echoes
When the sound is gone
A mysterious complexity
That awakes with dawn,
Yet in a few days
It is not His Voice that Plays
But another
Lover
Sweet Enticement
And Incongruous Trespasser
As I listen to His Song.
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~Morgan~
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Published on September 29, 2016 05:01