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There's these particular moments That make me very aware of my heart's physically presence.    Like those kisses.   The ones that hover over me  Teasing me in the most innocent way
Ding. A mallet comes down on the railroad track. Ding.  A bead of sweat travels down my forehead and rolls down my neck. Ding. Another stretch of railway is laid for people much richer than I. Ding.
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