The Beat
Pulsations cannot mimic Nature
But they can enter your psyche
And float in your chest
Stirring the rush
of Warmth.
Your throbbing beat crashes
and continues to pulse
Into the stream
that is
me.
In the end there is silence?
But they can enter your psyche
And float in your chest
Stirring the rush
of Warmth.
Your throbbing beat crashes
and continues to pulse
Into the stream
that is
me.
In the end there is silence?
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