Once it doesn't hurt anymore the chuckle begins its changes... The numb wares off n the face rearranges.. After the pain can't be felt trying to remain a factor to live by... Somehow we all return bank to life with a different state of mind... As even thoughts switch up what lingers on the head... Allowing old memories to finally go more than play dead... When sighs reach a comfort of relief aa if the visions have been removed... The lost awakens to a survival privilege earned defining who's who... In a moment where the lips have forgotten the need in perversions tasted by the tongue... One comes full circle back to the precision of self having a better understanding of luv... After the affects ware off of the heart truths are invited to enjoy time... Living with a stillness of peace. Within the individual unable to hide... Knowing they'd have nothing left to hold on to from a prior endangerment... Eyes open to witness the options of possible engagements gaining pavement... With the first morning of a true fresh start the mirror can rest at last... Yet the friend in the visual is a reflection of growth needed to adapt to laugh...
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