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In My Heart
There are aspects
that get lost.
I am still here;
there. Where
the memories
lay.
A pursuit of
veins, and
millions
of worlds
unseen.
But
we get to the
need, where
I am alive
to be in it.
So that I awaken
what is not there,
or what is; such
remains, of remainders.
But
that is where I tick.
Like a clock going
more than twenty four hours
a day.
Sure you know it;
lose touch with,
what goes on.
It doesn't help
knowing how
many beats
you will have left.
Before and after; come into my
pulse; what gives off; from
the static.
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