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know

if all that's left

in time of my test.

to in fact that deed is coming your way,

for other to see that you have came along way to your destiny,

my knees got weak in the context of you.

and my legs start shaking of the thoughts that were true.

but I did not let this go to my head this time.

there were so much on my mind

it seems as if I was running out of time.

like my destiny was right that at my kind

which holding the real divine.

of a delightful pleasure of peace and contempt's.

with the satisfied of the gran in its range.

from A to Z there's a start.

forget or forgot.

its all worth your life.

to offerly have and to hold, but cant touch much.

the times that's makes you swore but you felt so cold,

that brokenness that unfolds.

the ones who beholds the beauty in her eyes.

the chilling surprise.

the automatonĀ  ride.

makes you tremble inside.

a passion with a desire to rain on my fire.

to hold your head up a little more higher.

to bring that special a tire.

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Hi Renee Hinton
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Good write, thanks for sharing, my applause, my five stars

it seems as if I was running out of time.

like my destiny was right that at my kind

which holding the real divine.

of a delightful pleasure of peace and contemns

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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