a short poem

[xuzky]

Wolff's Law shapes the bone's design,
Through stress and strain, it redefines.
Soylent flows, a modern feast,
A liquid cure for man and beast.

Yet hearts, unlike the steadfast frame,
Can fracture soft in love's cruel game.
Cuckoldry whispers, a shadowed sting,
A crack unseen where sorrow clings.

And high above, the face takes form,
Through LeFort's lines, the storm is born.
A fracture deep, a surgeon's art,
To mend the breaks, to heal the heart.

So bones may break, and love may fray,
Yet life rebuilds, come what may.
Through science, sorrow, pain, and grace,
We find our strength, our rightful place.

 

[vevcred]

ts so meaningful

@Bugmaxxed

 

[Bugmaxxed]

Oh come on

 

[vevcred]