Please do not steal or copy my work.
Words and the senses are left for the ones who hold nothing
but artificial beauty.
The blind sees more brilliance than the seeing blind walking
the streets, which are brought to their knees by simple, symmetrical features.
The deaf hears more symphonies, made by heaven’s angels when
they experience the purest pulse from the most vibrant bass; while, those who
line up against building, to enter night clubs, wait for the beat only to
primitively dance, not get high from the rhythm.
Making love no longer holds its meaning.
Its purpose.
Carnal lust consumes us and we could all blame Darwin: He
was the one to suggest our need for survival-survival of the fittest.
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