Beating
THUMP, THUMP, THUMP...
My heart beats too slow,
I use it to count the time, too much time.
Each beat seems seems hours appart,
but really it is less than a second.
Each pulse surges through me,
making me shake.
I hear my impatient heart,
a never ending drum in my ears.
I must keep counting,
counting each beat.
How many more until I see you again?
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