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Oct 24
Water touch my soul,
Rest on the mold of my head and make me whole.
Baptize me in your rivers of prosperity and love,
Allow my spirit to ascend like a dove.
Flow down my skin, oh how wonderful you bless,
I look above and permit you water to run down my chest.
Bless me now and give me all you can give,
Hug my heart and grant me reason to live.

A second chance without sin I plea,
Another life oh water you can give to me.
Pick me up and swallow me whole leave none behind,
Now I can see, Holy water drops, for I was blind.
I studied the laws or righteousness that I say,
Days I commune with thee as much as I can pray.
I ask again humbly, water touch my soul,
You guide the ori of my head and have made me whole.
Z
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Z  24/M/Enslaved abyss
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