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My Heart Still Skips At the Thought of You



You’ve taken territory 

Of my heart 

And thoughts 

With little to no permission 


Still 

My heart skips 

At the thought of you 

As though it’s surprised 

Each time in the 24 times 

You wander into my thoughts 

In the 24 hours the day has.



A cardiac rhythm problem 

As in 

A failing heart 

Or 

A heart falling in love ?



Ifedolapo

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  1. So are you taken now or we should still wait?πŸ˜‚

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  2. Wahala Wahala! πŸ˜‚ If he is giving you gallop rhythm, he is probably no good for you πŸŒπŸ˜‚

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    1. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ or he’s the cardio my heart and body needs to not fail, to function at its best capacityπŸŒšπŸ˜‚

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  3. My heart has skipped a beat once again, just like mobitz type 2, taken entirely by surprise.

    My heart thumps louder still, like a palpable murmur, I'm thrilled by your writings ReinaπŸ˜ƒ

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    1. As always, Geo_K, your comment is one I always look forward to 😁

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  4. No problem. I hope that man is accepted by me sha😌 I must approve

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    1. AhhhhπŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
      Like there’s someone to approve in the first place πŸ˜‚

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  5. Within the territory of our hearts, a bond so strong and true,
    Your heart resides within my chest, and mine beats just for you.
    No need for fear or doubt, my love, for failure has no part to play,
    Our hearts together, side by side, will light our every day.

    Let's join once more, hand in hand, as the hours swiftly pass,
    In this shared land of affection, where every moment is a class.
    With your heart safely nestled, and mine forever at your side,
    Let's make each day count, our love's journey our guide.

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    1. Beautiful✨✨
      Seems like we have another writer in the house😁
      Or a love struck poet 🌚

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