Heartbeat

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A thousand heartbeats and a single thread
Are all that keeps a soul tethered
Away from the dead

For though in silent peace
And lasting sleep
The body yearns to move

Bones abide in solitude
Each take their turn in life's eternal round
With one to support the other
Until at last the drums cease their count
And the heart finds rest once more

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