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You are why I write and the y in my rhyme.
my saving salvation as I do my time within these imprisoning walls of concrete halls that mutate, mutilate and incarcerate all! To articulate the pouring out of my love’s abundance is my heart’s way for it’s exclamation It resounds joyfully at being your only captive for in you is its release as I await my emancipation. My words are neither fraudulent nor frivolous. They contain no ambiguity or ambivalence Their truism spiked by my hearts desire to be with the woman I do so admire. My veritable freedom awaits your imposing verdict. Unlock this lonely soul that waits in anticipation. Seize our love my lady; embrace its taste. Accept this mans unending love and dedication.
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