It’s the little things these days. It’s the hold music. It’s the morning. It’s the evening.

A heart that aches is a heart that beats. A heart that aches is a heart that beats. A heart that aches is a heart that beats. You can’t wreck a wreck.

But still there’s a rhythm — like a ticking clock, like a breath in sleep, like a pulse.

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