Made of flesh

You can’t treat a human
As if all our organs
Were made of porcelain
As if our heart
Was made of glass.

You can’t handle someone
As if his soul could break
With a little bit of air
As if his mind could melt
With a little threat.

You can’t treat a man
As if he wasn’t flesh.

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And there we go. As some of you know, I opened another blog in which I write about books 🙂 Maniac Lost in the Library

About raqueluroz

Lunatic, obsessive, insane, passionate, human
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