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Look at you with your pronounced beauty
You are so quick to fall in love
Yet so reluctant to let go of the past
Leave your baggage at the door
Theres no room for it in this heart
Your stories wow me
Your faith cant be altered
Why must you compare me to the flies
The ones that swarm and swill over trash
Trash that doesnt stink but reeks
Reeks of a trollop
I was cut from a different mold
My mother taught me about respect
You deserve that admiration my mom spoke of
Let go of the lasso that has you moored to the past
You arent bound
Youre hanging on
Open your hand and let it go
I have a hand to fill the void of the past