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Somehow you've got my heart beating

again.

Managed to make it drum from inside out 

for two days now.

The beats are loud enough

I can count them, 

which slows down the day.

That slows down the week,

and It seems as though Ill never see you again.

To Reflect and complain, 

or

laugh and be grim about it.

Push you around my bed,

and smile at our childhood selves,

still using code words

for I love you.