Hemi Lewis Poet I do not know?

Head Hart Hand

My Head has rivers of thoughts through out the day and most of them will flow on 
down my river of thoughts with no impact what so ever sometimes one gets stuck in 
a yeti and it starts to bite my mine yet the bite has no factual evident to surgest its 
true.

Then my Hart will grab that bite and give it a meaning such as Angry, hurt or 
loneliness to name a few, and sometimes my hurt influences my head to fine the 
thought to bite

Sometimes in a good way sometimes in a bad way but mostly in a bad way
Now the river flows to my hands and the emotions carry’s the thought which impact 
the intendeds of the bite

Now my hands are lost to my action and allow the river to rage in fingers and 
ingrains into my behaviour

Now when my head has a bite can you please produce all the relevant truth to what 
you are saying because if you don’t you stay a stream was I control you.

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