she is not made to be quiet, Love

Love entered the room through double doors

as minglers mingled quietly
mumbling into crystal glasses
filled with empty reds and bubbling whites

Beautiful blues scanned the crowd of minglers drowning in mahogany and choking on their echoes beneath a vaulted ceiling

She made eye contact with the room at once, as only Love can do, and spoke at full volume without raising her voice.

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