Portrait of a Beating Heart

helpless we know not what we do we are the destroyers we me I am a destroyer

so many voices I hear them on the wind through my heart through other destroyers' stories I listen we listen we all listen

we try but we know not what we do we are powerless to stop ourselves as we pile our waste upon the living and run out of places to put our dead

soon we will be among them these beating hearts these fading voices our own power like a virus to snuff us out one by one

if only we hadn't been so clever too clever for our own good we might have remembered how to let our hearts beat alongside theirs and not to take more than we needed

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Comments · 3

@nanixxx(76)· 295d

Qué fotos más preciosas. 😍

and not to take more than we needed

But from here, I’m going to take it all! 💥

@joanstewart(75)· 295d

We are one, awesome poetry to remember to never leave anything but our footprints, we do tend to take a lot for granted.

!LUV !LADY

@visualshots(69)· 295d

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