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Guided and trusting
He led me into dark places
 
Mindful of his hands
He guided me carefully
 
No thoughts of worry or care
I trusted him fully
 
His smile led me astray
Now I weep dreadfully
 
Soiled dove, hope fails
Soon I will hang dolefully
 
Upon rafter high
Because I trusted him fully
 
Lover betrayed my innocent heart
Now I hang as his trophy 
 
This poem is about: 
Our world

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