Cavity

My love is weak.

A shallow ditch
surrounded by rivers full
water peaked & overflowing
salt and pristine
ebbing, flowing.

I am a vast deafness

A ravine of earth
fruitless and emptied
of beauty, faith and life.

How obvious of a difference is there in my soul
from the rest?

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