in my head scatter long silent nights where nothing exists aside from your company, listening to the soothing rhythm of your heartbeat against the cavity of my chest. in that moment, the beats might as well have been my own. time will stand still while the old vinyl record spins carelessly in a round dance. scratch… hiss… pop.

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