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May 19, 2015

Even if a thousand words told a tale that explained him so honestly,

One would not know how much I have fallen.

I have fallen so deep in his hands,

Where flesh meets bone...

And his thumping instrument is not so far away.

He has learned my doubts,

Thought about my dreams,

And took my fears into consideration.

Night creeps along,

And a floorboard snaps under the weight of love.

I hear the music in his voice,

And the softness in his thoughtful words.

His heart is too profound,

Too big to touch.

He has left me vulnerable in his eyes...

But that is just fine.

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