Flesh and Blood



Had been conceived as flesh and blood.
 Flesh and blood I remain.
Through the veins and arteries with silent footsteps runs the blood.
The scars I knew were traces of physical pain.
I wonder how many a homo sapiens made their way through the window of the heart.
Why I ventured out into another terrain when others entered mine.
Many a feet left leaving the skin scarred.
I ponder over the reason of my being as I hesitate before crossing the line.

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