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and in the in-between of my heartbeats the empty space where no blood is pumped ...might be a split second, might be a second and a half, or three quarters... we are both dead and alive we are both conscious and lifeless schrodinger's thump thump thump and blank blank blank and alive, dead, alive, dead, alive ... and at any blink of your eye that little spot where your heart rests from all the work it does could be still forever and you never know when your poor, over-worked little heart will give up the will to keep beating because you can't pump blood steadily without break but you can surely halt and be totally grounded the energy trickles away like a dripping tap one day it stops dripping
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
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and in the in-between of my heartbeats the empty space where no blood is pumped ...might be a split second, might be a second and a half, or three quarters... we are both dead and alive we are both conscious and lifeless schrodinger's thump thump thump and blank blank blank and alive, dead, alive, dead, alive ... and at any blink of your eye that little spot where your heart rests from all the work it does could be still forever and you never know when your poor, over-worked little heart will give up the will to keep beating because you can't pump blood steadily without break but you can surely halt and be totally grounded the energy trickles away like a dripping tap one day it stops dripping
lj-brooks
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 2:29 AM UTC
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