Dead Feelings

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hang in the air.

A sigh escapes his lungs.

The beating of his heart,

the thumping I call home,

has quickened.

The cool grass beneath us

envelops our bodies

as we hug each other for warmth.

And I stare

at the stars in his eyes.

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