long after it was heard no more –
the sound of my waiting,
the stars crumbled into my palms
like chocolate chip cookies,
the fireflies studded on my ears,
my vase cracked into two,
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long after it was heard no more –
the sound of my waiting,
the stars crumbled into my palms
like chocolate chip cookies,
the fireflies studded on my ears,
my vase cracked into two,
Continue reading at Sync with Deep

























