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forgotten whisperthat time has not diminished gently brushes by

tearing away fromleaving a bit of yourselfnow forever gone

the voice on the phonehow i wish it brought me joybut it dulls my eyes

Love tickles my heart ....

women's suffragistsendured the unspeakabletheir pain birthed our voice

wicked trolls underthe bridgewashed away today billy goats par-tay

breathing in the ocean breeze & thought hmm....

dark billowing clouds rise like demons from the earth hells winds bearing down

The sound of a tent flapping..a comforting sound when you are settling in to sleep..

I think I can...I think I can...