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His breath is a breeze with lungs that bellow the fire of his senses or soul. His veins are like vines that spread out like a growing tree. His blood a river that nourishes his inner nations. His eyes are like galaxies with black holes at center that consume and expand on interest. The soft sand or soil of his skin bear mineral within (bone). He is composed of the same amount of water as the planet he indwells. In him, neurons that harness the power of electricity. They say nature vs. nurture yet nature nurtures us, and so we strive to nurture nature. Like the symbiotic nature of Mother and child. And so we are nature in its many ways, the systemic nature of the universe. Composed into one being.
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Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC
Prose - Vessel of home
His breath is a breeze with lungs that bellow the fire of his senses or soul. His veins are like vines that spread out like a growing tree. His blood a river that nourishes his inner nations. His eyes are like galaxies with black holes at center that consume and expand on interest. The soft sand or soil of his skin bear mineral within (bone). He is composed of the same amount of water as the planet he indwells. In him, neurons that harness the power of electricity. They say nature vs. nurture yet nature nurtures us, and so we strive to nurture nature. Like the symbiotic nature of Mother and child. And so we are nature in its many ways, the systemic nature of the universe. Composed into one being.
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Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC
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