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We collapsed into the kiss. But fell, into the love. We are the bones for the flesh, and the blood for the heart. Words fall onto our lips, and tumble out reverberating  in daunting echo’s And from that rib-cage it profuses. Choking on the very delicate air. Smashing vocal chords. Bursting, and blaring with a touch of lovely crescendo. The fury  of sound, and noise. And it struck.