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Mar 2019
beds crammed with our bodies,
bodies so close
hearts so distant.
the beating of my heart
matched with the
ticking of the clock to
the patter of morning rain
to the continuousΒ Β beeping
of your alarm.
hell, they almost sounded like
wedding bells.
but i couldnt hear the sound of
your heart beating.
not a single pulse, my love?
bodies tangled in the same bed with the person that doesnt like u back.
Written by
D A W N  17/F
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