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Monday, December 3, 2012

The Confession

No shame,
There is nothing to fear,
you have crossed many rivers,
your footsteps are strong.
.
Veiled in silence you've sworn to,
you don't work for recongnition,
No barried stop you, no strings attached,
You're a golden star.
.
Out of smoke you flee,
Into blind woods you go under the tree,
Street life is not what you need to be free,
On a lone road, you rise, joyful and gay.

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