He is the thrum in my heart every night as I lay next to him. The feel of his skin under my last grazing touch soothes me to the soft beating , like a sweet murmur in my soul , coaxing me to safety, to home, to "us". Thrum, thrum, thrum the river murmurs into the sea. Thrum, thrum, thrum, the snow falls to the mountains. Thrum, thrum, thrum,
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