Object of Subjective

by Michael D Nalley   Aug 8, 2013


When my heart is just a pump full of plasma
and the breath of life is restricted by asthma
I will look back at the cognition of my brain
with half a mind to try to logically explain
The passion conceived by my godly devotion
I'll ponder on my love and heavenly emotion

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