Life refuses
The Medicine I need,
Shoot it up
Straight into my artery.
There’s one key
For this cell,
Which all paths lead
To my burning hell.
I’m surrounded by
The flames of life,
One day I’ll fail
To survive.
Life imitates
Works of art,
It won’t paint over
A blackened heart.
K
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Without change there is no innovation, creativity, or incentive for improvement. Those who initiate change will have a better opportunity to manage the change that is inevitable.
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Ahh so very true xx
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Do you sell any books. I am in a dispute with a publishing company over publicity. What is your monthly viewership? Do you have a lot of Facebook friends? I do not mean to be technical but I was curious if you could share a little info.
Kind Regards,
Max Baumeister M.T.B.
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Hi, yes I have a booK , I have plenty of facebook friend and no sure on the rest x
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“Life imitates works of art” – such a clever spin on art imitates life. Great observation. Makes us think 😀
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Thank you, and yes quite like that line x
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You have a black heart?
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Not sure if it’s not black it’s stone 🙂 x
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A black, stony one? Naah!
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Beautifully crafted
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