My focus was crumbling, like driftwood
gliding towards the edge of a waterfall,
by the time your voice touched the surface -
each syllable became fractured shells
muttering under the sporadic waves
quenching drenching your throat.
The sincere undercurrent to each
rittle-rattle
word hooked my attention,
convincing me to take a blind plunge
into still, deep waters (that'd no doubt end up
way over my head),
while hoping all this falling for you
would have softened some of your
dam[n] defences by the time I tailspin and
hit rock-bottom.
Adimurti Community Member 
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