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    One Sunday In August...

    Past less the man
    I used to be
    Keeping what was real
    That was mine to see
    Not perfect but wanted to be

    Touching a self
    That flirted with my future
    I aspired a man
    Still in need of a suture

    Of heart and being
    No different than yours
    In need of healing
    But still precious and pure


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