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Murmurs

A chasm of softly spoken words
Reflecting, echoing, reaching 
Touching hollowd ground
Passing traffic
Brusied tissue
Colliding memories of ifs,buts and when 
Photograph tenderness 
Boarders, teashops, cheap oniments
Tranposrt cafes and loud laughs
Sad goodbyes

 

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