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I watch the way your pulse flutters against your throat in that quiet, a rhythm far more interesting than any song.
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The stillness after the music stops is where the real movement begins.
I watch the way your pulse flutters against your throat in that quiet, a rhythm far more interesting than any song.
The stillness after the music stops is where the real movement begins.
The fragility of that rhythm is exactly why the universe bothers to exist at all.
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