Pulse

Thinking of us, a lone indelible moment when our souls touched, running the line from our hands into spines, tingle and neurons replacing neurotic, endorphins tripping over themselves to the neck and settling somewhere in our motionless hearts, four chamber reaction, static extraction and every nerve and impulse bursting at the seams.

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