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I know why it is called "the small death". When you lay spent In my arms After your heart Has ceased its wondrous beat And syncs with my own. In these moments While you are purely mine I would scarcely believe You were alive If not for our heartbeats Entwined.
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Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 12:51 PM UTC
La petite mort
I know why it is called "the small death". When you lay spent In my arms After your heart Has ceased its wondrous beat And syncs with my own. In these moments While you are purely mine I would scarcely believe You were alive If not for our heartbeats Entwined.
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Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 12:51 PM UTC
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