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Wed, 04/29/2020 - 22:32 -- LibbyMG

He picks me up and calls me his own

He opens his door to his home

He welcomes me to come

He hugs me making me feel loved

He is breathing slow

He pours his love around me

He makes me free

 He sees my head hung low

 He touches my chin

He wants me to win but all I feel is loss

 

February 29, 2018

 

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