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fell out of your chest while we made love.
It dropped into mine with a muffled song
that an orca might call their own.
Small and round, I carry you within me
feeling the echo more than I hear it.
And, when I wish to hold you, I cannot.
The weight and gravity of love falling in
the depths of me, ripples in silence.
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