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Oct 31
There was a transience to the laughs,
A way it all fell out of focus--
Bright for an instant, only to diminish
Into something that never existed.

Slick-tongued quips and smiles
Enticed by a topical instance,
How do I feel knowing
That nothing is lasting?

An umbrella of headphones,
And an open bible--
The world is never constant,
But Jesus is the exception.
He is not of this world, yet He bore it for us.
Written by
Sia Harms
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         Sia Harms, ---, Nick Moore and South by Southwest
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