Trust me I still hear.

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I hear you squelch in the snow
Holding my hands with iron grip to never let go

I hear you swish my name
Seeing me in that frame.

I hear you sigh
Finding yourself no more high.

I hear you grumbling
Feeling your heart trembling.

I hear you writing on my stones
The words that touch my bones.

I hear you cry
As you picture me in sky.🌑.

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