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I Still Hear Her Heartbeat
cynicallyjade: The realism of my dream tonight still haunts me. It wasn’t a bad dream, nor was it a sad one. But the reality that I woke up to is. I heard the gentle ticking of her heartbeat so vividly again. It’s a sound that I haven’t heard in a very long time. It was…
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The coolness of my eyes The garment of my soul ‘tis all I need to make me whole My lips on her lips From whence she sipped Will fill the void, between cup and lip Beauty reserved For the beholder beholden Elevates her words, still unspoken Bejewelled with modesty But never frigid ‘tis a treasure,…
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I Still Hear Her Heartbeat
The realism of my dream tonight still haunts me. It wasn’t a bad dream, nor was it a sad one. But the reality that I woke up to is. I heard the gentle ticking of her heartbeat so vividly again. It’s a sound that I haven’t heard in a very long time. It was a…
