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Love Sounds


The loneliest fullest place is love
Fullest petal pulls from a rose core
Broad red silk stretches to withered edge
Love, an all too vulnerable place for me
Softened hours, like the meniscus of water
Tires on wet asphalt, too tender a sound
Love promises the arrival of something
Or someone to fill an hour
Softened fingers, combing through water
A terrifying bliss
To send you into hiding

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