When we met, your voice was nothing more than just white noise.
After few months, I never knew it'd be the song stuck in my head, lingering in the walls of my mind.
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PoetryYou are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly
White noise.
When we met, your voice was nothing more than just white noise.
After few months, I never knew it'd be the song stuck in my head, lingering in the walls of my mind.
