You are buried in the depths of voices unheard, waiting to become a murmur between his lips, the echo of your heartbeat seeps through his throat, a
Echoes
Tre L. Loadholt
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This is my favorite part of your poem! I read this portion over and over again. Amazing insight! Buried so deep and anxiously awaiting the opportunity to simply become a murmur, so miniscule. Just really amazing at the entire piece! Fantastic writing!!!

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