Inhale.
Life in its purest form
Gliding through the veins
Forever following the echoing beat
Of the distant heart.
Protected behind its fortress of ribs.
Inhale.
Life of a carnal sort
Sliding up the spine
Seeking the compelling thoughts
Of the mysterious brain.
Yearning to escape its scalped prison.
Inhale.
Life of the aging kind
Creeping
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I'm sorry this is a sweet post but I couldn't help myself. :) Talented beyotch.
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