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Born Again

I'm a silly little female born with a gift Place together like a riddle A hard one to understand Even harder to love. I'm like that dark grieving angel that fell From above tumble over In roses of red Trials of tears 'I am curse to follow upon This earthly breads I walk the path's of others While dreaming about the other.. Weeping inside I cover myself His voice calls my name.. Through the echoes of shame..

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Date: 5/3/2016 4:47:00 PM
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