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The rhythm of a clocks heart beat tends to soothe the rough patches of my mind Can cause my heart to no longer bend at the whim of a wishy washy heart A simple sound can turn my thought vivid Contemplating on life isn't such an easy task some days Sometimes such a noun can be so ambiguous, Sometimes feel like a beautiful gift turned selfish A gift so full of experience but no love, Kind people, but no compassion My mind lingers off beat sometimes and I just reminisce
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
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The rhythm of a clocks heart beat tends to soothe the rough patches of my mind Can cause my heart to no longer bend at the whim of a wishy washy heart A simple sound can turn my thought vivid Contemplating on life isn't such an easy task some days Sometimes such a noun can be so ambiguous, Sometimes feel like a beautiful gift turned selfish A gift so full of experience but no love, Kind people, but no compassion My mind lingers off beat sometimes and I just reminisce
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
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