Her presence,
merely a whisper
in a crowded music hall.
Her impact,
large and resounding,
bass drum reverberating.
Another crater
crashing into the terrain of my heart,
eliminating a portion of the soft, fertile soil
and turning it into useless, cauterized rock.
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We need to talk... and not just talk. I mean TALK talk. About our feelings... ha ha. Although I am DV most of the time, and a mad hatter... :)
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