Capacity, by hard degrees, to bear a simple line when life has brought me what I please all else is left behind. as time again, I pass it by, and time is marked by joy, the pain inside, that comes to live to gather, then deploy. Capacity, by hard degrees, the cells there, to absorb my life and breath my blood to beat within my current cause tolerance of all of me-and- tolerance of pride, Capacity to hold myself while in my arms you die.Birth sign: Aries
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