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Flows through the air.
Carried by the wind.
A wave like vibration.
Soft and loud as it can be.
Runs through your ear.
Goes through your head.
When eyes closed, it's all you hear.
It accelerates your heart.
But slows your breathing.
It tickles your whole being.
Reminds you of what you
Have
Had
And Lost.
A wave like vibration.
That runs through your body.
Goes to your head and out to your mouth.
It wakes you up in the morning.
But keeps you awake at night.
Soft and loud as it can be.
My voice.
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YOU ARE READING
Sins
PoetryComposed of letters, words and sentences. But for me these are composed of my voice, my soul and my feelings. These are little things but for me these are my sins. Words that walk by you, leaving a trail to follow by. These are my Sins.
