Gathering. Letting.

The ears hear the harsh words

The skin feels the cold ground

The eyes see the selfish world

The hands hold the empty can

The nose smells the scent of defeat

The brain calculates the odds of life

The heart gathers it all in

The lungs let the last breath out…

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