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My Heart Is

My Heart Is . . . Still ticking like a bomb. Beaten like a dusty rug. Still ticking like a bomb . . . Unbroken; unwavering. Still ticking like a bomb . . . Not unbruised but Still ticking like a bomb . . . Not yet fatally wounded. Still ticking like a bomb . . . My Heart Is: Strong but not hard, . . . still ticking like a bomb, And safe in its own discontent. My Heart Is still ticking like a bomb . . .

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Date: 1/31/2015 4:36:00 AM
IGOR , Congratulations on having your poem featured on the soups home page. ~Always & Forever~ LINDA
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Date: 10/22/2014 9:49:00 AM
A very unique poem. Loved how it developed.
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Date: 9/29/2014 2:32:00 PM
I hope you find someone to light the fuse for you - love the repetition and the clever write:-) hugs Jan xx
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