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All Hearts Left Behind

Somewhere in my subconscious

I find myself walking on a garden of hearts

Abandon along a landscape of emotions

Broken and dissatisfied

Beating to the to the rhythm of distress drum signals

Passively searching, but in reality waiting

Waiting for that one beat

The one with the distinctive tone

The one that thumps with lonely echoes

The one that is ready to bloom

By Bombastic Nation

Me name is Anderson A Charles. I am a writer story teller and Podcaster, the original Steve urkel, yes I did that. Also played basketball in college ( that's because I am seven feet tall.

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