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He picks me up and calls me his own
He opens his door to his home
He welcomes me to come
He hugs me making me feel loved
He is breathing slow
He pours his love around me
He makes me free
He sees my head hung low
He touches my chin
He wants me to win but all I feel is loss
February 29, 2018
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