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Mar 27
But these garments divert shade

Like white pedals tossed by the wind
And woven together so delightfully

divinely given threads  

I walk blamelessly

Whose word can trump The Holy immortal?

Fade all you fallen

At one time your words stained my soul
Written by
Desmond Baker  M
(M)   
45
   Fawn
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