The sound of your voice is what I inhale.
You are my most favourite chapter in this book of Braille.
I don’t crave for your physical presence.
All I crave for are your desires, fears, words and their depths.
The sound of your voice is what I inhale.
You are my most favourite chapter in this book of Braille.
I don’t crave for your physical presence.
All I crave for are your desires, fears, words and their depths.
This is so good ❤
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Thank you so much Paridhi 😘😘
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Wow
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Thank you so much ❤
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My pleasure Tajwar
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What resonates with me in this poem is the first line,
“The sound of your voice is what I inhale.” – Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you so much Alicia ❤
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This is really deep ☺️😍
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Yes it is.
Thank you surjo ❤
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