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Feb 2013
Striding through life
Yet tainted by sin
I collect the broken and give hope again.

Give me your heartbreak
Your personal cross
My shoulders are broad, yet surprisingly soft.

I'll give you me
A healer by nature
You're not a slave for life to indenture.

Past filled with strife
I painted my skin
Now let down your guard so I can get in.
Written by
Reed Rogers
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   sassybutsweet
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