Woman

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Don't cry for me just yet.

I'm not dead. I'm not forgotten.

Although, you've neglected me.

I'm not oppressed, nor destitute.

Although, you've stole from me.

Death is but a moment away.

And, God sees all sins.

I know forever shelters possibility,

That no man has yet claimed!

And, just beyond tomorrow awaits a newness –

A sweetness, still unfamiliar to my lips.

I'll wade in the river of infinite prospect,

And watch you drown in the waters of my salvation.

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