Love Language

There are spaces inside my heart
Chambers that echo sounds like
Bat wings in a cathedral
Each space is hauntingly unique
The acoustics are perfect for emotional beats
For laughing
For crying
For loving
For screaming
But mostly, for the pressure and thuds
Of rushing blood
Banging against the chamber doors
Waiting to be ruptured
And nothing more

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