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Mar 2016
My heart will beat for many things
    So long as I have breath;
But when it throbs it throbs for you;
    And then it throbs to death.

Throbbing or not, I want you there
    In every single beat:
Become my lifeblood, pumping pulse,
    Vitality and heat.
Knit Personality
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Knit Personality
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