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Mar 2018
Gossip among jealous minds
Cut me with such hateful eyes
Plague my story with shameful lies
Define me as one too broken to rise,
Worship away my highs
Speak false to all my ties
Label me a sinner whom defies
They cannot see the wolf's darkened eyes.
Preaching to me
Reaching for me
But too dark to be a messenger,
Mislead witnesses catching possession
Not the spirit,
Covered in sheep.
Veronica James
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Veronica James
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