Poewhit
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life
Out my window, I look.
Woman on the hook.
Young and lost with style.
Past the finish line mile.
Painted face, with the lost look.
Wanting an image, but not booked.
Inside really crying for love.
At home resting, the peaceful dove.
Darkness shtouds this sorted life.
All really wishing to be a wife.
from 8HOP.com - POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
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