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I wonder why it's made Why there ever was such thing To signify- All signs of pain, Hopelessness and hurt, Torture and abuse. The thick redness of the complicated liquid Litter eery vessel in our bodies Giving life Yet symbolising death. The very look or feel or texture of it Almost aches the heart: The very source of all Good, pain and mystery. Emotions run through our blood In a continuous stream Of laughter, tears and uncertainty. That is why, We're made. Why: we possess The things we are meant to have. To live. The way we do, now.
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 6:04 AM UTC
blood- the perfection within the imperfection.
I wonder why it's made Why there ever was such thing To signify- All signs of pain, Hopelessness and hurt, Torture and abuse. The thick redness of the complicated liquid Litter eery vessel in our bodies Giving life Yet symbolising death. The very look or feel or texture of it Almost aches the heart: The very source of all Good, pain and mystery. Emotions run through our blood In a continuous stream Of laughter, tears and uncertainty. That is why, We're made. Why: we possess The things we are meant to have. To live. The way we do, now.
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 6:04 AM UTC
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