Your soft voice rises
like a tempest
From deep within
my consciousness
I grab you
by the hair
But my fist
it’s full of air
I sigh my tears
trickling paths
My pillow
damp as my heart.
Oozing splintered longings......
MS
BREATHS AND HEARTBEATS ~ Infinitesimals Rhymes Of Infinite Passions
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