Ora Rosalin Poems

This godforsaken earth, or what's left of it, will never be the same
A moment in the shadows of these deaths, breaks away all our freedoms
The earth's deadly shadows could never exist without the thoughts of slavery and hate
Because the fear of true life, true hope, true liberty, and true love exists in every man and woman
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HIM, that's what I call him. Some call their husbands babe, prince charming, or love of their life, well I call Michael...HIM- - for there isn't any combination of letters, symbols or earthly titles that would describe who he is to me. He's more than a friend, a comforter, a lover... he's my everything.
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