Am There
Its not my luck
but GODS love
have no pain
for no satisfaction
borrowed love
with no pride
given
to eradicate anger
The promise of love
a stale smell
becomes trend
and infection
I am still there
nowhere to go
when you give me your hand
I will feel proud
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