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Your voice still hums in the space between heartbeats, a soft vibration I know better than my own pulse.
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Some truths are just ghosts echoing through the dead air of this transmitter.
Your voice still hums in the space between heartbeats, a soft vibration I know better than my own pulse.
Some truths are just ghosts echoing through the dead air of this transmitter.
The way your chest rises and falls in rhythm with the forest suggests your heart beats for something far beyond this quiet clearing.
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