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Resurrection

it's not like mine were the first green eyes that peered through the shroud of who you are that looked deep inside, and saw through you pulled the scoundrel, resurrected the truth it's not like you didn't display the signs of want and need and what I provide you hide your heart and lay down pain I take it all and I remain reminiscent of another heart in time your love torn deep, gashing wide another valley, a different crescent moon history of heart and grace and truth you revisit the love, anguish, affliction affirming it won't happen again I am you then, still I remain a friend till the end, a heart that's rent

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Date: 3/7/2010 7:52:00 AM
Mome time the scoundrel is the hardest to see, within ourselves. JB, Agape, Moses
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