- Tens,
Hundreds,
Thousands,
A million -
A million beats per second
And they all sound out your name.
- in gasps -
My breath runs past me
Through tiny molecules of air
-Through insignificant specks of nothingness -
To the only resting place where
(nestled securely)
It finds comfort
Your Lips.
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