Misfit - Poem by Hardik Vaidya
I am a misfit in the rut of life,
And in the heat of love.
I have failed to lie,
Failed to not confess.
I am not a Christian,
Not a catholic,
But in Love.
When in love,
I don't sin, can't Sin, therefore No confessions.
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