For she doth make my veins and pulses tremble.
Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
Everything in the universe has rhythm. Everything pulses to a beat laid down by the Big Bang. Everything feels the drumline of creation from star to sex to song.
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