September 29, 2009
Arts & Culture
That’s what he says when I discover his heartbeat is a horse’s gallop— expecting him to run away.
But he stays awake, I count the rhythm 1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3, until the numbered sounds betray me to think that holding on would be easy.
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