Heart valves of love –

Desperate men, harmed soul travellers across one hundred years of breath, only part of that is true.
There are mirrors, attacking reminders for drop-down faces and desperate body shapes.
But the deaf and dumb
clamp-on to other-aged others, to swell up and end with heart bursts of love.
Life leaves no one behind.

 

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