Friday, February 2, 2007

The Son That Grew From Lust. Comments

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I’m the son the grew from lust, my heart beat dust like a rust nail. I cursed the day I rush out the wound. To be consumed by hate. I’m doom to wait my salvation at state.

I’m the Son that grew from lust, I’m touch by hush. I try to push the tears out like rain clouds.
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Junius Barnes

Junius Barnes

Roswell, Georgia
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