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Whispers Of The Imagination
don't worry your head
When he opens his eyes, he can almost forget. Almost forget about the world that's only whispered in hushed, soothing tones when all was quiet. Almost forget the way fingers were threaded through his hair. In the light of a new day, he has no worries.
But sun always sets, dragging the dark behind it, like a blanket over the land. And that's when the words will come back. Soft words that if whispered at any other time could tempt fear to wrap its fingers around his throat.
Words that he could convince himself are only whispers of his imagination.
But sun always sets, dragging the dark behind it, like a blanket over the land. And that's when the words will come back. Soft words that if whispered at any other time could tempt fear to wrap its fingers around his throat.
Words that he could convince himself are only whispers of his imagination.
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