june second, mmxvi

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dear you,

I reckon I miss your heartbeat more than most things. of course, it still exists but I mean under my ear while I lie on you or hug you. that quiet thud filled my heart with joy and eased my pain. it's a simple thing really, but it signified that you were alive, that you were really there, and not just some amazing dream.

- me

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