The heart beats and with it the whole of our past; all we’ve stressed and all we eat, collecting all of perceptions impressions, thumping like streetside construction, constantly building a soul
The heart beats and with it the whole of our past; all we’ve stressed and all we eat, collecting all of perceptions impressions, thumping like streetside construction, constantly building a soul
The rhythm of hour heart beats sets unique like pressure through our vain, each beat per minute a tempo on the minds of our vortex.
Nicely done. Love it.
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