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Mona May 2016
In my own rights am a sinner
With no words to explain why
You look at me with such eyes
That speak ill more than they see flowers

I maybe of  less value but my hearts'
Battles have surpased my own excitement

Lay not your faults against me but
Rather see me in   all   my drenches
And let me into your warmth.
Acceptance

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