We are, all of us,
Made up of words,
Of the very raw energies,
Pulsing through our veins.
So that with every drop of wine,
Like nectar, like ink,
We set about creating new chapters
Of our lives.
So that with every flicker of lashes,
With tears lining the lids,
We send messages with our eyes
Through the soul.
We are, all of us,
Made up of thoughts,
At the very core,
Of our fragile little hearts.
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