Forced like a storm
that causes swells and swirls
and takes your breath away.
The feel of crimson blues
and vaseline tears...
Pain. oh, empty bliss,
burst from me.
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You heard not
a blast or bang.
Rip of thread
nor the break of day.
You heard
the crushing of a heart you do not even know.
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