Whispers Following Me

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Whispers in the air–
Whispers of the burned, charred, beaten–
The wounded. Like a lost soul you search,
to no prevail. There's nothing to find, nothing there.
It scares you, those words, memories– gone, nothing there.
Whispers of the burned, charred, beaten–
Whispers in the air–





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