Mind
The Mind;
it alters with time
it makes matters better,
or worse, in it's prime.
It's peculiar to know
that we all have a mind
each different, unique
each on of a kind.
Some are poisoned,
some are defined
in its rarity,
some are devine.
The Mind;
it alters with time
it makes matters better,
or worse, in it's prime.
It's peculiar to know
that we all have a mind
each different, unique
each on of a kind.
Some are poisoned,
some are defined
in its rarity,
some are devine.
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