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Feb 2020
Beating hearts
Lined up in parallel.
A growing passion
That will never die.
A life is gained
On a converged route,
But the separate routes
Drop in priority.

Three roads running in parallel.
Two eventually stop, leaving
One road to move until the world’s edge.
Hearts beat double-time. There are two muscles that beat almost at the same time. You can feel it if you check your pulse.
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
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