Real
By A Far Cry
Play. Pluck those strings, one more time. It's so nice, to hear, this tapestry of sound. It echoes, between us. Whisper, to me, please. I long to hear you. Its been so long, and your voice, makes me cry. Exist. Show me. I want to know, Are you there? or are you temporary? like everything else. Exist. Be real. Please. You make me feel, real. Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 10:54 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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