The huskiness and deepness of his voice, along with the low tone of his tone every time I heard him over the phone, made me run back to him even when my legs could not work.
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Bleeding Blue
PoetryI do not see color anymore. I cannot love no more. I don't think I want to live furthermore. Genre: Poetry
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The huskiness and deepness of his voice, along with the low tone of his tone every time I heard him over the phone, made me run back to him even when my legs could not work.
