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Vulnerable Rhythm

I don’t know how to say this,

And not sound absolutely vulnerable,

But, I miss our places,

The ones we can visit,

A thousand times over,

Yet feel at peace,

Victorious and awed,

Of their magnificence,

And our insignificance,

Until our heart beats,

To a rhythm,

No one else recognises.

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