A voice of feelings singing into the night alone, rain falling, taking hold of interior emotions in storms of yesterday.
Longing, desires, passion, all having been buried in beds of abuse and left in a grave.
Constantly covering up the feelings being brought to the surface, untended and bereft of a life together, for now there's no avenue of escape to love again.
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