that voice. not the voice. or a voice - that voice. they tell you it echoes your childhood; they say It tells us who he is. they say, We know him by it; We know who he is. that voice combining all your sundays; all the walking-years down dark and sunny streets; that voice that mists the mirror, and recollects. that voice? that voice? that voice replaced in dreams by dreaming. that voice the morning pulls out and lets into shadows holding walls, carving clouds. that voice becoming a shadow marking the tread of your dreams. that voice I wish she'd listen to and spit
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