Crack louder than thunder.
Pulsation astounding.
Ear-splitting vibration.
Insistent. Alarming.
Stethoscope? Unrequired.
Chest split gaping wide open.
Hopes, dreams & desires.
Now shattered. And broken.
The first time.
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Unmistakable shudder.
Splatter, crash, while in motion.
Cacophonous silence.
Heavy mass as the ocean.
Fragments mortally splintered.
Many lost in the ether.
E’en with love & forgiveness.
There’s less left to believe in.
The second time.
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Sharpness ever breathtaking.
Pinpoint — wincing: incisive.
Though full knowledge, incoming.
As piercing as slicing.
Triggered emotions —
Now bounded by practice.
Ever steady erosion.
Pain you were masking.
The third time.
Papa
You Say I Love You
I Call Her My Love
It Feels Like I Have You
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