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Black Coffee

I keep His house This ain’t My home I got chores for a life — turned cold: black coffee sipped alone. The doors lead to walls Windows broken glass Plaster holds scars hid — of unforgiven’d deepening cracks. Man of

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This Heart of Mine

~ The savior of others, I’ve always longed to be; never taking a moment to look at who’s saving me. Helping those who’ve never asked; nor know my soul, this is my heart aching burden. ~ To jump all in,

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