The beats outside our chest

You put your heart in your pocket to try and keep it from the world, but there’s this hand keeping warm and these eyes keeping you distracted.
And when you can finally breathe, you’re not sure if you’re emptier in the absence.

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I am made of magic, madness, and moonlight

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