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by Se Lest Aug 3, 2004 category : Life, society / meaning of life
Repair all of the lies spill to me your deceit to keep me here beg at my feet the feel of cold air feels nice on closed eyes Jesus take it all away these cries of pain so loud to my own ears replace it all with this wondrous feeling help me find love help me regain repair all the lies the feel of cold air feels nice on closed eyes what a way to rework a robot
by Walter F Alvarado
good poem, give it two thumps up!