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Jiya

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Thursday, February 15, 2018

His Voice


You never call, you never write.
Well yes, you text, but you never call.

He's scared his voice will reveal misery
Decades, it will take decades
to work through all this.

We've all been there, torn asunder
from our souls.
Posted by Jiya at 12:11 PM

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