Burn My Heart

I take the black cup, and
I let it burn my heart.

I feel caffeine
rushing like addiction
in your pulse.

we live fast, when
we go slow.

moments
slip between
our fingers,

laced together
in the quiet hours

and they skip a beat,
sooner than we crash.

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