Freedom*it*my*soul - Poem by James McLain
Beauty vision weary shirt viel roughshod
small feet I gave to you.
Virgin marble pink one color veins across
my face all know.
Bringing wool this time this year thinking I
will change this place you fear.
Vestiage hope the faith O small betrayed
he was by you.
Bright no call in night this soul berift.to you
vanity no shame your stead of truth.
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