like a beat
a small, tiny beat... hear it?!
it races through my veins
like a pulse,
like... a ...beat,
a faint, ...uneven ...beat
it...it ...still ...remains
let me take one memory
erase it from my brain
let me snuff that memory
where...It ...still remains
--
consider:
have you been like the forrest
ravaged by the wildfire,
which ran unchecked, unruled, unforgiving
through and through? sorching, burning, destroying
everything, everything. all lost.
consider:
the first green buds that bloom there among the charred death bed
they come, they grow even where it looks
like no life will ever live again
so, do we hate the little buds?
do we resent them? no....
we nurture them, we wimper
"grow" ...
then... more fervently....
we whisper...we whisper...
"grow!"
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i think bella knew from the very beginning,
jacob was better
