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My Healing Hammock

Lying on my bed of strings made with love my Casanova with sheer wings so pure season my skin with your ichorous glove faith divinely soars to vow all a cure Ah, two souls will sing melodiously spiritually fused together at last intricate healing needed you'll see hence conflict of interest shall surpass Zealously I love your soul forevermore for being the warrior you truly are for opening my hearts shoaled corridor while all along erasing my souls last scar I remain in this hammock made of love healed I am by our faith in the spirit above.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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