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Rebirth of a dieing heart. A beat pulsating its way to once it existed. As the ties that bond are again stretched apart. These sweet dreams of love are alive as the ever did. Kisses in the dark and hugs in the morning. Whispering words of goodnight shows our fears no mourning. Of smiles that we show so proudly that keep our souls in check. No love as strong as now in just these lips ever so gently peck. For once this heart was held apart as its love was let to drain. But even now as time has passed hearing your voice has numbed the pain. I give way to how I once felt. I vision no other of love and lust as they dance. I've taken the first move to this game called love that is delt. All that remiains is to live a second chance.