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Emily Jun 2012
Two bodies at peace.
And though separate limbs,
In sync their hearts beat.
Curled to his chest, it's natural -
his rhythm lulls her to sleep.
In              ...             Out.
UP.
down.
            ba boom -
                        ba boom -
they breathe.

Silence searches night skies,
For answers of the unknown future -
but rest assured, the stars say all:
         Right here they're meant to be.

— The End —