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Jan 2015
Isolated,by choice,she was
She felt safe on her own
Trust was a fragile thing
And her heart,had long since
turned to stone

Some tried , some didn't
But she remained
unchanged
Until one traveller
Walked down this
path estranged

He passed the cotton barriers
And reached deep within
He accepted all her goodness and every committed sin

Wiping the tears of blood
Taming that dark murmur
Even though it got the taste of mud
On his shining armour

This was a time ago
And my heart
he till holds
As I succumbed
and I stripped
and he saw me
Naked,both body and soul
Written by
Wandering soul
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   Joyce and Maria Francine
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