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ropes.

I pray for the day ,
You no longer have control,
Claim back the rights ,
To my very own soul,
You push my buttons ,
With your empty heart,
You controlled my insides,
From the very start,
Your absence no relief,
Nor peace,
The ropes still strongly bind,
Your love was toxic waste,
Landmines',
Breaths of air around me,
Still i struggle from within,
Your control still seeping,
From the depths of wounds,
upon my skin.

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

 Nardine Sanderson,

Your poems are getting better day by day, My applause, My five stars.

The ropes still strongly bind,
Your love was toxic waste,
Landmines',
Breaths of air around me,
Still i struggle from within,
Your control still seeping,
From the depths of wounds,
upon my skin.

Love, Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Nardine Sanderson

Thank you kindly sir williamsji, much love and deepest appreciation to you sir, your friend Nardine Sanderson xoxo

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MADONNA WILLIAMS

Dear Sister,

I am Madonna William, second daughter of Williamsji Maveli. I like your verses too. I also write small small poems, I shall post them soon.

Thanks

Madonna William

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Nardine Sanderson

Greetings Madonna William, pleasure to be acquainted, look forward to reading your creative writing's, much love to you sister nardine Sanderson xoxo

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