The thud
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I layed my head on his chest.
The thud of his heart collided with mine.
Causing a beautifully obscene orchestra.
I smiled knowing or heart beats played the same tune.
But I know eventually the song will be out of date.
And neither of us would listen to it again.
Maybe some day, in the spur of the moment, I'll remember the lyrics, and hum the tune in my mind.
But I doubt it will come back over the radio.
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Stuck In Your Own Head
PuisiA few carefully selected poems, short stories, thoughts, and memories
