Her Voice Her voice is the echo of my past... the sweet soft Appalachian drawl Confidence corrodes like steely veins in the webs of a spider's lair Wispy forms of silky silhouettes against the cold Kentucky night Shards of glass to barren ears The quiet crumbling of careful walls Her voice is the echo of my past... mistakes like plundered villages of doubt Burning mortar and The Beautiful ache Of distance and worlds Colliding catastrophe and need. Her voice is the echo of the emptiness inside... #Whitney
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