Voice

When under a starless sky your chest will hurt and bones will quiver as the smoke hits the wall and disappears like the birds have from the lake at night, perhaps then you’ll know what it is to unravel which my voice today failed to describe.

Until then it was good to know, good to hear just a clear smirking chuckle and that crypt winning stringless laughter that it brought in your voice.

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