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To the still thumping heart
A heart that never stopped thumping.
Remember when you lost it all and I kept it together?
When your eyes flooded with rains and I cried the rivers?
I broke into pieces to feed you with blood.
These lungs that carry your breath have fed on my scars
Those times of hurt when I stretched all my muscles and formed strings of hope
These strings that you slept on are stronger than before.
I am not spitting blood now....but an ocean of love.
Honey! Open the door it's me calling again.
Me....... with a heart that never stopped thumping.