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The world of strangers
Strangely we connect through words
The heart knows it all
I am so happy and blessed to be part of HP.
Thank you all!!

Have made so many friends here, your presence in my life through words means a lot, wishing the best today and always, love and blessings
Say it loud
Say it proud
Do whatever you feel
Say it loud
Say it proud
Let’s go and make a deal
Say it loud
Say it proud
No regrets
No mistakes
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Say it proud
It’s all give and take
Say it loud
Say it proud
Let’s all make a change
Say it loud
Say it proud
Let’s band together and exchange
Say it loud
Say it proud
Stand up and say your name
Say it loud
Say it proud
Well all rise to fame
Belly
Everything
Lower
Tucked
I once was an real mess, Broken and Wrecked, a huge Mess.
But Little by Little Christ took away the things that I cling to.
The Things that I ran to when I needed to escape My Life here.
A wrecked Life that I wished that I was not Living in anymore.
So first thing that he took was Drugs, then the Boozed and Gambling.
Because it was Him that I was suppose to run to when I got scared.
But I was running to an escape the terrible Life that I had Live in.
For it was His job to Heal Us not any worldly addiction here on the earth.
For they were little gods to me , to escape the Life that I had messed up.
For no longer do I need to escape, but to become a Healed Man here.
He also took away cigarettes from on December 10, 2010 as well.
Revealing to this here world the Presence and the Power of Christ too.
For only He can Heal and Repair People Lives here on the Earth.
Ocean's may separate us
But our love remains strong
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At the table of eternal sorrow
sits a fool with a crooked smile,
faking interest in a world obscene
and feigning the mood of yesterwhile.
Couched over bent with quill extended,
he writes his heart with a bitter beat,
floating in the mire of a memory stained,
poised with nib to command the sheet.
Capering words form across the weave
with capricious intent and shadow play,
smoke and mirrors intersect and disperse
whilst his mind carries the story away.




© Pagan Paul (04/03/19)
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every time i see you, my heart races and i fall and fall and fall. no, i don't fall. i feel like i'm coming home.
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