no one will cart your joy for you.
eventually the path
with so many curves becomes
something you fully recognize.
the sharp turn is just a muscle,
everything anatomical. i won't
every go into too much detail.
over three million beats of the heart
in one lifetime, conduction systems,
sternum, greater trochanter,
oxygen we think that others steal,
everything is there.
you already know what can be spread
through scare tactics. it doesn't matter
we are still the same; every action,
every reaction. we don't know where
we are going because we reached the end
when we began feeling again.
i could never survive you.
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