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Aug 2013
I want to melt into your chest
to be closer to your heart,
sit right beside the beating chamber where your blood runs hot,
so I can hear the steady pulse that makes you breath,
and think of things to say to me
and think of things to say to me
Written by
Julie Slonecki
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