lost words, restored.
I prayed that she would die…
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I always listen out to hear your voice floating towards me, like a secret message in the breeze…
My love for you sprouts and nurtures the sweetest fruit…
A light energy that lived in physical form…
A beautiful place I would find…
My tears; a spectacle, Entertainment to be consumed…
I hear my lion scratching inside of his cage…
Tell me who I am I ask the bundle of papers sitting in my drawer…
Listening to myself speak, every voice I hear is different…
On a day when his eyes were glossy filled with a dazzling hue, he asked me to check out his new perfume…