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It's not just your mind, Or your heart, Or even your soul It's the physical manifestations Aswell as the poetic infestations The clicks of your fingers speak the language of arthritis. Ancient creaks betweens whimpers of pain The wrinkles on your face draw comparisons to the arid, desert veins of your starving heart The canyon and valleys of your teeth show open carcases of decaying gums. Your smile is LOST. Not the average one you save for acquaintances and work, NO. The real deal, the one that crinkles at your eyes and runs deep in your veins The kind that pulsates goodness into your lungs. That simple 21% of oxygen flooding kindness and then you breath out 16 % oxygenated, Passionate, UNBREAKABLE LOVE
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Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
It isn't just this or that
It's not just your mind, Or your heart, Or even your soul It's the physical manifestations Aswell as the poetic infestations The clicks of your fingers speak the language of arthritis. Ancient creaks betweens whimpers of pain The wrinkles on your face draw comparisons to the arid, desert veins of your starving heart The canyon and valleys of your teeth show open carcases of decaying gums. Your smile is LOST. Not the average one you save for acquaintances and work, NO. The real deal, the one that crinkles at your eyes and runs deep in your veins The kind that pulsates goodness into your lungs. That simple 21% of oxygen flooding kindness and then you breath out 16 % oxygenated, Passionate, UNBREAKABLE LOVE
haleema
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Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
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