I am told it is in the voice The phone call I’ve been waiting for Telling me I should not Stop Telling the story The voice is one I know Full With expectation Unwilling to agree I have no business At the bar (Step back please) Not enough time To drink The words Of the ages It’s all been Done (In Exile) And the voice, Breathy & hollow, Now silenced Until more Weight is assigned 0.000000 0.000000 Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ Post navigation Previous Previous post: THE LONGINGNext Next post: True That: 2012 – Year in Review
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