His hand slid to the center of her chest. A pause as he felt her heart beat.The warmth of her beneath his hand, the smell of her. His own heart beating as well against her warm body.
"Your heart is beating, but are you alive? Your heart is beating your slow march to the grave, but you can die without living."
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Date: 2005-11-22 08:23 pm (UTC)"Your heart is beating, but are you alive? Your heart is beating your slow march to the grave, but you can die without living."