Manasseh

The sun is finally high
I can breathe, sinews is restored to the body that is mine
I needed life
And color is now an addition,
An accessory to my life.

Many are my children.
Ten times my loss has been restored to me.

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Me
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Alfreda LM

Actually, this is symbolism.

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