The syllabic sound
of your name
has been echoing in me.
It starts with my footsteps,
and grows up the creaking of my knees
to the swish-swish of my thighs
warm from walking friction.
Around my back,
calling up my spine to the
thud-thud-thumping of my poorly broken heart.
Your name has been
the echo of my heartbeat
since the day I was born;
I just couldn't hear it
'til some minutes ago.
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