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It's like drinking a tall glass of ice water after walking through the Sahara It's a long hot shower after working all day It's facing your fears and coming up victorious It's being broken but still refusing to give up
My genuine identity remains obscured From an intrusive tainted society That constantly urges to be assured Of its own perfection and propriety Though it is blind to the many inured
No words escape from her lips For the howling wind speaks on her behalf No movement radiates from her hips For the world around her would just laugh.
He stares at her with eyes full of love, Like angels watching from above, She stares right back with eyes full of joy, Thinking of their baby boy, 16 years old is all they are, Not yet old enough for a bar,
Big red eyes,