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by elise Jan 6, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
The anxious feeling, the jumping heart, the terrible sound of, life and happiness part. It's scary at first, and then it grows, nothing can possible find, the reason of my foes. I have a jumping heart, a heart so scared and fall, I listen to the wind, to hear the feelings all. My jumping heart will stop, someday of a sweet, I run along the long dry road, the jumping of my feet.