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When you find peace in my arms, Deny chance. I craddled seedlings to the table By weeding. I made undirected costume changes And revealed a mask beneath skin. I opened doors for children and the aged. I played, and sang along. When you find comfort in my arms, Deny luck. I helped lift the disenfranchised, Extended deadlines, And refused entitlements. Causes wore away my soles Carrying loved ones both ways. We buried hatchets between friends. When you find love in my arms, Deny coincidence. I learned from teachers Love is manifest in sacrificess Wrapped with obligation. My arms are tired, Yet I will embrace all. And thus, I caress you.
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
In My Arms
When you find peace in my arms, Deny chance. I craddled seedlings to the table By weeding. I made undirected costume changes And revealed a mask beneath skin. I opened doors for children and the aged. I played, and sang along. When you find comfort in my arms, Deny luck. I helped lift the disenfranchised, Extended deadlines, And refused entitlements. Causes wore away my soles Carrying loved ones both ways. We buried hatchets between friends. When you find love in my arms, Deny coincidence. I learned from teachers Love is manifest in sacrificess Wrapped with obligation. My arms are tired, Yet I will embrace all. And thus, I caress you.
francie-lynch
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
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