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Heart Bomb

Time: It is what moves the world pushing us into corners squeezing the final life moments from our very soul letting us think we have the upper hand and all the control. In our chest beats a bomb... ticking away and chalking up our time here leaving us with just enough time to sit and think of death in fear. We neglect our shelter we penetrate our walls we sacrifice our health for media and trend then with illness comes time beating at your life as you try to be strong, fight & defend You're heart a place god made for life to gain its very start. Is also the place for one's end... how smart.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 8/21/2011 3:31:00 PM
Interesting work..Sara
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