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The compression grip of longing grabs my heart And squeezes it. It occurs whenever I ponder on a life I have not Lived yet or a feeling that I long to experience. Whenever I feel incomplete or unsure, Or need reassurance; it comes and goes Like a summer breeze. But the beat goes on and on.
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Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 1:16 PM UTC
The Beat
The compression grip of longing grabs my heart And squeezes it. It occurs whenever I ponder on a life I have not Lived yet or a feeling that I long to experience. Whenever I feel incomplete or unsure, Or need reassurance; it comes and goes Like a summer breeze. But the beat goes on and on.
Summer, beat, heart, sad, happy
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22/F/Brooklyn, New York
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 1:16 PM UTC
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