Love courses through my red veins.
Envy courses through my green veins.
Sorrow courses through my blue veins.
Fear courses through my black veins.
My veins course with things that seem natural,
but, when they pulse, it feels alien.
The feelings that you give me, when and where,
push the blood through my veins with little regard.
My veins house things of which there are no definitions.
My veins house them, unapologetically.
My veins will pulse until the day my heart stops.
My veins pulse for you.
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