Your heart with my heart

Your heart fits with my heart,
wounded hand in wounded hand.
Your heart lives with my heart,
broken sigh with broken sigh.
Your heart beats with my heart,
staggered pulse to staggered pulse.
Your heart dies with my heart,
desperate lie by desperate lie.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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