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Spiritual Leper My empty hands questions my effort An eroding soul for a spiritual leper For years i've waited And still unsated My want has faded And left me jaded My callused heart questions my purpose Emotional decay erupting to the surface For years i've tried And still untied My want has died My tears have dried |
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