peace.
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I am like a purple iris
Mkxed into an ocean of blue flowers.
Although my feet are firmly rooted in the ground,
I sway slightly in the breeze,
always searching for the sun.
Forgive me God,
My lord and savior.
For I have done things,
opposed to your favor.
But this you know,
and this you have seen.
So it is no secret-
My soul is unclean.
