The quiet, shattered

Like a million pieces of glass

Scattered across the naked tile

And yet, we heard nothing;

Shards of noise created no sounds

Above the roar of beating hearts

Yours, mine, ours,

Together, against the sharp edges

We tore each other apart,

Sliced each other, to the very core,

Until only the sound

Of sated breath

Repaired the silence

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