Occurring to me only now,
I've hugged you a thousand times,
Yet.. I've only ever heard your Heartbeat once.
I believe I stood there for awhile listening..
Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.
The rhythm. The beat. The pulsing.
The dance of The Heart of Stone.
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Author:
Bunny (Pseudonym) (
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