It's not for me that the blood flows
to the eyes, to the ears
to the fingers and toes
It's not for me that breath goes
through the lungs and the heart
and the smile and the nose
It's not for me that I tread the Earth
but for thee.
About the Creator
Noel T. Cumberland
Noel T. Cumberland is always looking for the bizarre twist in everything he writes. He is published on the Scarlet Leaf Review, and Flash Fiction Magazine. He lives in Tucson with his wife, two sons, and a pair of interesting cats.
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