A poem bloomed in my head when I met you. From the mud like a lotus.
You crushed it with your gray eyes and a field of poppies sprang into being at my feet.
Slowed my heart down enough for you to catch it.
You fractured me and a trillion fissures spiraled out from the epicenter.
Making me into a wild and unpredictable series of moving pieces that are always rumbling out warnings.
Sometimes they even shift and tremor.
Katzcrunch 
I was completely transported into the world your words created. I crave this type of expression…one which draws you in the moment your eyes read the first sentence and leaves you hanging on for more even after it’s finished.
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