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Words made straight from the heart.
To build it how to start.
Going home where I belong.
Strong base with bones of still.
I yield these words to you,
bare me with each heart beats,
finding these words to life.
A lie without finding I am true to you.
A life if time worth heal.
For an age I speak my words.
Same paying my debts of my old sack field.
Posted: 2012-01-01 15:35:50 UTC

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2013-12-17 03:34:42Simply-Me-20104
Beautiful flow and rhythm! Fantastic word choices, as well