Two hearts. Opposed. A face to face. It's messy and trembling. A mind-blowing whirlwind emotions too much thinking. One movement and it's empty. But how to fight the wind hitting the temples?
Two hearts. Layers of skin that burn and run on the bones. The evil is rivaled only bloody heat would warm an ice age. Nothing planned. Frightened animal. Because the animal often returns to haunt him who claims to have a conscience. In the belly, it moves, right there in pit of stomach. Teeth that grow in entrails. A voracious appetite for these ravages that are miracles.
Two hearts. Two humans. It beats so loud. Face to face. The empty hand, unarmed, unprotected. The abandonment of no confidence, but without suspicion. I show you how I am. You show me the way you are. All is not beauty. It stinks sometimes when undressing ugliness enough soul. But if you do, if they show themselves naked, with all our scars, if the other did the same, then we can experience love. Because love, it comes down. Love, they are tamed and scars that intertwine.
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