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hearts murmur...they whisper in the tiny spaces between their beats.
here in the blue breath of winter while the wind bites my shoulder, my heart sings... .. .
soft, incoherent, and melancholy.
the moon is full.
the air lays itself over the city like glass and the night is still.
my heart hums.
here in the blue breath of winter while the wind bites my shoulder, my heart sings... .. .
soft, incoherent, and melancholy.
the moon is full.
the air lays itself over the city like glass and the night is still.
my heart hums.