Humbled Heart
I inhale things too long, and when exhaled
it seems wrong
but am I supposed to hold my breaths as if I got strep throat?
wrapped in thick coats of zip lock
I'm so greatly humbled
my heart is constantly crumbled to pieces and stored in a box
in those moments, I talk to God and he mends the capillaries
in restoration again my temporary merries

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the daily trials that as humans we must face. Thanks for sharing :)
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Tight Piece.....ONE!!
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