Pulse

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I feel your pulse

I feel mine

I try to think they beat at the same time

But I don't have to, I don't have to think

Because I know

I know they're in sync

I'd clutch your sweet hand until death

Give anything to feel your refreshing breath

The sky is brisk

Yet your love, your love!

It is a raging fire

The tears of my gratitude for your existence

May I stay, my dearest, in your arms? I place my ear on your chest and my hand on your heart

It is in that moment that I know it is me and you against them all

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