Tomorrow is another day not seen by blinded eyes deaf to sounds not mentioned in today. We have but one life and as a bird flies across mountain range so does the caterpillar becomes bait buckling to the will of prey praying he's unseen by keen eyes looking to be touch to be held to be loved to be boiled and eaten alive dreams of the dead for surely to be loved is to feel alive and Damned be those who oppose the breath of wisdom tooth removed and replaced with steal beams bent backwards into the flame is he that begs to differ, she is only cosmetic. Organic the blood that flows through time ages upon ages she grabs his hand as it dissipates becoming more common in sense of awe and wonder how many more years ago when all was so simple.
~We born
We live
We die
And in~between we write.
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