these days, I run around thinking in poems. so very often, i find myself picking up some random piece of language and start working around that. like the tags on my yogi tea bags or the stupid messages on kids´ yoghurt pots. the result may be trivial, but i am working on it.
so here is "rhythm"
the beat of your heart
is the rhythm of your soul
the beat of your heart
is the rhythm of your soul
the rhythm of your soul
is the rhythm of my love
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