. one .
{tracing the inkblue lines across creamy parchment,
& writing out the rhythm, one-two, of your heart.}
{running underneath the black corded powerline, high above,
electric connections in 2 hearts, skip a beat, over the distance.}
. three .
{looking out for the bloodline thrumming with redredlife,
your touches hold me and your pulse makes this real.}
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