Seconds blend to minutes, minutes into hours.. Hours bleed into days and my heart still thumps, it still thinks of you, it can still feel you. The beat of your heart.
..even if its mistaken for the whispers of the whiskey in my stomach
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redamancy
Poetryredamancy: (n) A love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you
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Seconds blend to minutes, minutes into hours.. Hours bleed into days and my heart still thumps, it still thinks of you, it can still feel you. The beat of your heart.
..even if its mistaken for the whispers of the whiskey in my stomach