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May 2017
All black wedding.
All white funereal.
Fornicating saint,
Love child of lust.
I bow, I bend over,
I accept my sins, I take it in,
I can feel life's rush.
Envelop my sins,
Let the cleanse begin,
Rinse me, drench me
Pull the from within.
Tell me my second chance
Doesn't have to end.
I'll meet you at the pearly gates my friend.
A saint to meet you,
Too meet you again.
Written by
Jordon Rivir  28/F/Baltimore
(28/F/Baltimore)   
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