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The Seconds Between Heartbeats.

Our heart beats,

and then,

for a second,

it doesn’t.


Then it beats again;

over

and

over

again.


Beating,

and then,


not.


The seconds between heart beats,

that is where

I want

to

live.


-C.H.


 
 
 

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