Brush
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What are dreams? Are they the voices of the heart?
Everything was muffled into silence.
Even the tiny contraption that had always signified life on the other end was still.
The only vibrations detected by my eardrum were the memory of the quivering acoustics of your breathing at the other end,
the other night and the reality of the curtain blown wildly by the indifferent wind.
And with every zephyr that pierced my skin on those sleepless hours, I couldn’t take my mind off you.
Foreword
I was so excited to go home from work because of this. ^^ I'm going to make this one chaptered.
Made this for a friend. heehee ^^
Enjoy and tell me what you think? :)
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