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When you held my hand tight

In that cold, smoky night.

I had a deja vu.

But it felt different,

I had to look thrice.

I felt your heartbeat

In the palm of my hand

And heard what it said,

Loud and clear.

I had to catch my breath.

Heart over mind.

Mind over heart.

"Whatever."

Deliberately, 

I turned into cosmic dust,

Faded in the wind,

Drowned in the music.