A swarm of emotion, marching, raindrops catching tears.
A solo heartbreak echoed a hundred times over.
A voice with drums and horns dances across the wind,
outbursts for the gone, but not forgotten.
We weep openly.
A great love fills the air,
each surrounded, enveloped by something greater
than any of us.
Combined, we are a force to be reckoned with.
Alone, He is a force all his own.
i had a wicked dream about you last nite - was worried about you yesterday. lets talk soon.
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