Pink Moon, by C Subscribe to rss feed for C 

With closed eyes,
His voice envelopes me.
So soft
The music,
Wispy and sweet.
My body aches for
His words.
I picture that
They are mine.
I consume them
And I am healed.
Posted: 2018-03-05 15:42:24 UTC
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