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By Galadrial Submitted by Galadrial Date: 2012 Aug 21 Comment on this Work [[2012.08.21.16.10.13251]] |
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Why isn't there a sound when a plump moist heart cracks down the middle, like a porcelain plate, not neatly but jagged? Why do they always think they can make the ache less bone deep by saying it will be GOOD for you somehow, to feel yourself in pieces? Why does it always start with nerveless numb, you can't believe your eyes, can't trust your ears, and then you feel that white heat tear that empties you into a kind of hurt that you forget to breathe? Surely there should be a sound, a noise, something to mark the place where loving heart is turned into lonely fool? Because it would help if you knew it was coming. I object. I truly do. |