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Oct 2024
His face holds no flaw, his smile stops time.
His words paint a future in this willing mind.
He must be an angel of the Lord's design.
Yet, religion divides - it bars me from him.
How, Lord, is it possible? That he is a sin?
BipolarBear
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BipolarBear  19/F/South Africa
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