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person of every moment


Person of every moment,

I am he who gives without expecting atonement.

Give myself to you if ever you need consolement

My soul is always open , sometimes my mind is closed in

but my heart is potent, pumping out that potion, my love for life and destiny is deeper than the ocean that my essence hasent surfaced, i am still stuck here for a purpose.

When i rise, ill pass the skies, I cant be seen with human eyes.

the mask of skin got me disguised,

looked within and realized, what it means to have real eyes, i see past that pretty skin, that ignorance, and that fake grin.

and i only know whats real, cause everyday i say amen.

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