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I hear them echo softly, faint whispers of the past. A whisper of what could have been, what may have been, and maybe what should have been, but isn't.
It wasn't spoken with clarity, and so devolves into a soundless echo, that will only serve to chill the depths of a soul, until it finally fades away.
The only remedy?
Speak clearly. And focus.
It wasn't spoken with clarity, and so devolves into a soundless echo, that will only serve to chill the depths of a soul, until it finally fades away.
The only remedy?
Speak clearly. And focus.
Category Poetry / All
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 120 x 90px
File Size 816 B
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