soft sympathies spell
apologies in a language of silence
and a storm's symphony
spills severed souls
and their silhouettes
while the seas split
upon their scintillating sight
and when they can finally speak
sentiments swell into a sorrowful song
spilling into a void from another
ever so subtly, like a synthetic shower
synchronizing souls
into a subliminal synergy
slowly swallowing
salty streams sliding down
a scarlet soaked skin.
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