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Poems Every beat of my heart,
thumping softly, quietly,
pulsating like ocean waves,
drifting with ease
yet never letting go.
The blood, like the fountain of youth,
flowing through tunnels,
yes, the tunnels of love,
but one more point is overlooked,
the point of age.
Mine and yours aging with time,
no, it's not certain,
life, surprising unwanted pain,
one last fear slips through our minds,
the fear of a dripping halt.
