Heart Beat.

My chest is congested.
I pray by the window. Wind blows.
I hear chimes, cars, and trains while Wind blows.
The wind blows by the window my hair flows.
Hand around neck, palm covers throat.
I’m soft. I’m gentle.
Throat induce Truth.
Be influential…
Pulse on the neck of me.
Truth from Heart travels the streams of my blood vessels.
What I sense I speak.
Palm covers throat. I’m forever in tune with the Heart pulse. My rhythm. My beat.

Amaris Jacobs.
She

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