She buried her ears
Into the calm of his heartbeat
And in the matter of seconds
Fell terribly in love
With the way
Her loneliness fell
Softly and suddenly asleep
In his chest
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The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
