Here I lie in the line of things
In synch with the population of beings
Restless within the flow of creation
A world of all of us
Waiting
Anticipating the salvation of our bodies
What of the direness of our souls
My heart beats for my skin
And my skin aches for a heart
Giving up on fates and destinies
Simultaneously bending to the will of the world
At the brink of deconstruction
Grab my hand
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