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timing

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the rhythm of your heartbeat under my breath i live in this lavender of you of me and i roll into the warmth of you maybe here in this midnight of ours..you see me with glowing eyes that peirce into me the picture of faded photographs and laughtered ghosts with pen in hand..i remember the whens and hows but the smoked mirrors hides reflection..see through to the yesterdays to come maybe when the timing stops and i just breathe in