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Her obsession with God is too much for me
There’s no real debt to her poetry33 lines, 5 comments, on Mar 11 2:06 PM 2006. In Personal -
While awaiting even summer nights are cold
Beauty threatens to fade, faith scraps off the mold -
a word of light, desiring to shine bright for children of the day, as well as children of the night.
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Dear Love,
Unreturned love hurts. -
I share what I have on the inside of me
What I was, what I am and what I shall be
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