The ghost heartbeat

The heat is stifling and the heart seems to be beating out of rhythm. The sun under the eyelids burns the violett circles out and leaves the aftertaste of calm. The stifling heat comes and goes, but it's never  more than a single blink of an eye. Reminded of dark blue blue sky and the cold cold snow.

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