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Previous experience embedded my footsteps
and forced me to be unaccepted to your hand.
The paths I chose left bread crumb traces,
I acknowledge it and alter my plan.
Nights are spent with selfish gestures wishing
one day our roads will meet.
Your perfection of a woman intimidate my
soul and gives my heart a flavoring treat.
I must have lost my marbles, to push away the
greatest feeling k More
| About the Author |
As the title of the page display, my soul purpose is to INSPIRE everyone thats willing to recieve the inspiration. These words have been created by God, constructed by Jesus, filtered and dispursed through me. Lord is my father, Jesus is my savior, I know every word compact together from our twenty-six letter alphabet has been used atleast once before. My purpose of writing is not to create new wo ...
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