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These Words
These words that flow from my finger tips
Come from a place I try to forget
Called loneleness
These words they ceate a comfort to me
Expessing the person I wish to be
In a world of my own
Where love and happiness suround me
Not in this I was born to be
Someday the Lord will set me free
I awit that day
poem
by
David Kush
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