maybe
we could fall in love
and it would be a small impact
that left a loud sound.
maybe our love could be like a tree falling in a forest,
unseen
but heard from miles away.
we would know our love
like the backs of our hands,
the framework,
the gears,
and everybody else would only see the finished product.

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darkest dreams
Poetrya compilation of dreams and memories, painted black and scribbled onto a page