i hear a heartbeat in my walls.
am i going insane?
because i swear i hear it
coming from the window pane.
and the one pulse
splits into two
and all i can think about
is you.
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ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
heartbeat
i hear a heartbeat in my walls.
am i going insane?
because i swear i hear it
coming from the window pane.
and the one pulse
splits into two
and all i can think about
is you.
