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Voice
Voice
This voice-that strange familiar voice-stirs eons in my brain.....***......
I see a glimpse of unreachable memories overpass
To my Core it starts to provoque exciting angst..don't stop
The familiar flagellations echo from a longed unimaginable place
It's dialogue a satiating mirror reflecting my self-absorption
Tell your voice to tell me more
Make your voice feed my infinite curiosity to know
I summon your voice to retell untold stories of what makes me Whole.
This voice-that strange familiar voice-stirs eons in my brain.....***......
I see a glimpse of unreachable memories overpass
To my Core it starts to provoque exciting angst..don't stop
The familiar flagellations echo from a longed unimaginable place
It's dialogue a satiating mirror reflecting my self-absorption
Tell your voice to tell me more
Make your voice feed my infinite curiosity to know
I summon your voice to retell untold stories of what makes me Whole.
Published 7th Aug 2017
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3rd Apr 2018 5:04am
Pale_Black I would like to commend you for your transmissions. This will and is bringing much knowledge and awareness of just how truly damaging childhood sexual abuse really is. Thank You once again, Mad, Mad Respect,
Shadow_Dancer
April is Childhood Sexual Abuse Awarenesses Month 👣...
Shadow_Dancer
April is Childhood Sexual Abuse Awarenesses Month 👣...
3rd Apr 2018 5:30am
Is always interesting to see the range of interpretations that can be perceived from someone's creative work. I have personally never been a victim of childhood sexual abuse but I can see now how a few of the words chosen could take the reader to interpret it in that light. You just made me view this from a whole diferent perspective-thanks for that :)
3rd Apr 2018 5:47am
A small part were the words the rest, regardless of which type, was watching and experiencing the exact preciseness flowing of words. I related because of my sexual, physical and mental abuse. I can't make assumptions of why your experiences. In my way of thought assumptions only make fools so I try to relate by my preceptions. I'm now gonna hop over and read Void. Mad Respect,
Shadow
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