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Aug 2013
Lover,
You are not the heartbeat.
I am the heartbeat.
I have to, don't you see?
I'd like for you to be just
Glorious!
Bursting through my blood.
But you at best,
a pacemaker.
You shock me now and then again.
This is how I know you to be a lover
and sadly not,
my love.
Alastur Berit
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Alastur Berit  Seattle
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