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Jun 2010
The touch of a Soft hand.
Swells my heart happily.
Unknowing to them they become a part of me and my love for them is as if they are my own Child.
Woe, do they cast angry, hateful word with their eyes.
Shaking the foundation of the Soul,
Die shall I for them and forgiveness to them for even large transgressions.
Written by
Nikolas Hunter
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