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Your point has remained the same as day one…
Your beautiful Mother raised quite a son…
What terrific strength and power you hold…
Oh such man! So big, burly, and bold…
OH, you are just so far, tougher than I…
I wonder, do those biceps allow you to cry…
Through all that strength, does it desensitize what you can feel…
Or perhaps it’s what your soul needs, to keep still…
I stirred too much and my apology I no longer keep…
For I owe my own soul one, all 260 times I had dared to weep…
-Madamchryzl-]
Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes 
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