Just like the dirt that flows away under the showers Broken Beauty Begs to Bloom my flowers Childhood memories and playful disease Grew for so long in my garden with consent Consequences of the thong choked my rose Pushed me to a corner, it enforced my dose Dwelling in punishment and ugly condemnation And enrobed my conscience with cloudy Proclaimation Learning and living, Growing and Gaining Embracing a foreign dawn for the sake of truth Entrapment from acceptance in contrary to my root An attractive food that desires my craving A love for all those love I've been saving An affectionate addiction set me free My mind's vein values vaguely in vain Those feelings faint from fatal favour In the eyes of the one who longs for me Me, a culture of sin Me, a dessert of blemish Me, his cherished child Me, his ornament invaluable.... I am his
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