It’s that locket, preferably heart shape.
Heart shape because it’s the abode of all ecstasy collected.
Collected little by little, now by now.
There aren't many, but the few, cherished.
Cherish by attaching it to the beaded piece of silver around my neck
From my neck its aligned in a way, heart to heart
To the heart, it comforts, cold metal on the raging heart
The heart, like in the fairy tales, beats inside this heart
Thus the two exist to become one wholly, experiencing life
Entwined and intertwine
One, ticking for the latter, and the other, by holding on to those fleeting moments of ecstasy for the prior.
A clandestine affair.
One pumping my veins and the other my euphoria
In essence, keeping me alive, keeping me afloat in this outrageous ocean of my tears.
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