You swept me up like a torrent rush of frigid water.
Swirling me around in a cyclone of dormant emotions
Chills run down my spine as I replay words.
Turning my palms towards the ceiling,
I lift my eyes upward and am sick to my stomach.
What I thought I longed to hear, knocks the wind right out of me.
I want to cry but with you, I can’t help but smile.
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