Thin Souls

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Heart beats slow

I’m out of rhythm, out of breath

A flutter, a weightless hollow in my chest

Mind arrested by the feeling

Obsessing over details of days I keep reliving

Retracing those same steps

Wearing holes in the memory

Old soul becoming thin

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