Beating heart
A ghost of a boy sits down opposite me
That smile shines through his eyes
He only has love to offer
Wrapped up with a bow, he pushes a box across the table
I opened it to find a beating heart
Pushing it back, I told him to keep it safe
Until a ghost of a girl sits down next to him
By Annie Harrison
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