if a blossom could unbloom, it would be my heart, shuttered; silence looms heavy, the earth cracked into an abyss that i know can never reseal again, my landscape has changed, love, the caverns echo your presence and it can’t hold you anymore; you whisper through like a faint wind; I wish you could spill like the ocean into every crevice…but sadly, neither of us speaks,

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