THE GOLDEN PULSE🫀
by eINYU aARON My pulse a city of rumble lay your ears on my chest and feel the echos in me Look deep in my eyes there lies your illusions full of our daily solace vegetating tears of our struggle For the mirage in me is you and I our shadows stuck like magnets less of their repallation for my pulse can't beat without you.
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