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The Heart
With its every pulse, throb and beat -
This is one beast of a machine
This is one beast of a machine
It's the soul's companion;
the core of our feelings
the core of our feelings
It can be as hard as stone,
or weak enough to be broken
or weak enough to be broken
It can be soft, warm.
Big. Kind. Heavy. Light
Big. Kind. Heavy. Light
It rends, burns and bleeds
Yearns, faints and aches
Yearns, faints and aches
It can give a home to land
and be a place to search for answers
It can ...
and be a place to search for answers
It can ...
Saturday 4th June 2016 11:08 am
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