Every night,
I fall asleep to my own heartbeat.
Listening to that ancient throb,
Echoing in the dark,
Amidst the cold starlight.
I breathe,
The whispering air of life
A rushing, rhythmic roar,
Soothing, invigorating,
While inside I seethe.
It's within;
Energy, pulsing and flowing.
It merges with my heartbeat,
Reaching to my fingers and toes.
Singing beneath my skin.
Every night,
I fall asleep to my own heartbeat.
So vital, yet so fragile,
It echoes in the dark:
My life-force, burning bright.
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