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Bad Poetry Day: Human

By Farah R.

Human being human. Those steps if I could question, does it really kinaesthetically drive to your destination? Or was it just a longing desiration for you can't help but to stretch? Human being human. “Move” hearts of naive forwarding to live or to outlive? Sit, inhale. Humanity, unfurl, life is not a race so why racing cadence. Curtanise your hair, massage your heart, flush your mind, as hot soup melt away the bloat. Human being human. Enigmatic entity, sometimes forgetting and that's charming.


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