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Friday, December 20, 2013

Native Tongue

Sounds of familiar words,
Wrapped in warm folds,
Blending Definitions,
Memories and re-incarnations
Into meaningful silences
Love fills the ambience
Distance seems close
As the soul flows
Posted by Hangoba at 6:00 PM
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