when it was quiet
i'd stop
listen -
my heartbeat, my heartbeat, my heartbeat
breathe
and then
your heartbeart, your heartbeat, your heartbeat
maybe we'd spoken that day
maybe it'd been years
maybe we were in love
maybe bickering away
all circumstance, superficial overlay
at the base, the core, the centre . . . the point
myheartbeat; yourheartbeat; myheartbeat; yourheartbeat
but that was then
seems a long long long time lost
and now
myheartbeats ~ and breaks; myheartbeats ~ and breaks; my heart . . .
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