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I could scream my secrets to the world..
The wind would soon tear them, scattered syllables.. The sea, in her roarings, would drown the phonemes, each wave an intonation..
You would wonder…
I could scream my secrets to the world..
The wind would soon tear them, scattered syllables.. The sea, in her roarings, would drown the phonemes, each wave an intonation..
You would wonder…