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Thump-thump. Thump-thump. My heart pushes on, Although my body and mind cry out in detest. My ribs confine it, Like a circular room with bare, barred walls. My own physical self was designed To keep my heart away from the outside world. It remains trapped by a bony cage And shielded by ivory skin. There are no windows Or cracks in the shutters. This was God’s design; The heart is not meant to be given to another, I guess. Only He could reveal it, If my body were to be popped open like a locket. No dim rays of hope-filled sunlight Peek in through the bars of my bones. I am to keep my heart locked away forever as I sit, Listening to the clock keep ticking.
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Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 1:37 PM UTC
The Body Clock
Thump-thump. Thump-thump. My heart pushes on, Although my body and mind cry out in detest. My ribs confine it, Like a circular room with bare, barred walls. My own physical self was designed To keep my heart away from the outside world. It remains trapped by a bony cage And shielded by ivory skin. There are no windows Or cracks in the shutters. This was God’s design; The heart is not meant to be given to another, I guess. Only He could reveal it, If my body were to be popped open like a locket. No dim rays of hope-filled sunlight Peek in through the bars of my bones. I am to keep my heart locked away forever as I sit, Listening to the clock keep ticking.
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Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 1:37 PM UTC
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