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Feb 2019
weary with no end
weary soul since it may avail.
weary years
weary way,
weary with dancing.
weary to heal.
weary eyes
weary day,
weary feet
day in december
weary with our weariness.
weary with her head curled like fetuses
weary and crying
with her little bare feet have trod;
a man who sings
to my heart
and i was born.
you are so far,
but still the angel sent
to my mom
the world with beauty,
in a new life-span,
my life is dreary,
circulated melody
the morning i awake
for all the things on board
and in this tense of toil
to a few centuries hard learned
to a world free river
to a place
a few centuries old,
to a country!
MUFFY LOVE
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MUFFY LOVE  32/F/Ohio
(32/F/Ohio)   
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