Soon my blood is in a stopping way,
It mixes with the air, and a scab forms.
My heart is all right, fine, perfect,
At last, let the heart beat naturally
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The heart is not just love, it concerns our soul, The spirit of love itself, a reality of greatness. My blood desists to roam in my veins, Right now, it does not flow and I may never inhabit the Earth. fabulous creation of love and it's entire being as the aspects of human consist...well done! ! ! 10/10
The heart is the strongest muscle - with countless beats, never resting - till.