Fever sleep;
In dreams he puts his hand in my chest and fingers the flower of my pulse
He reprogrammed heartbeat echoes
So loudly
I might die
I doubt if even then, this would come to an end..
The Illness
Fever sleep; In dreams he puts his hand in my chest and fingers the flower of my pulse He reprogrammed heartbeat echoes So loudly I might die I doubt if even then, this would come to an end..
1–2 minutes
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