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Mar 2020
Your heart will always beat,
With or without my love.

But only you could have shown me
Where I can touch it.

The fifth intercostal space,
Beneath your ****** line.

This sacred place under your breast,
The apex of your beautiful heart.

Now when I find my own,
I can only think of you.
We lay in bed.
She showed me all of her pulses.
And let me touch her heart.
Veda Laurenski
Written by
Veda Laurenski  35/F/Australia
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