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Her kisses are the kind that ring a thousand bells - singing down the carousel of my heart. When her hand is upon my chest, the tissues of my heart can feel the warmth as though her hand is right against them. Beat beat, beat beat. My heart beats like an underwater fish trying to breathe air. My heart was not made for such happiness, how much more of it can it take before it bursts from it? |
Copyright ©2009 Ashi Shadow - Feb 2nd 2010 on Kiera [Fictional]
Originally thought it might be longer.