The man of my dream

His face I’ve seen

So I scream

As I continue to cream

Of the crop

My heart remained under lock

But I let fools taint my love

The foolishness had to stop

Embarrassed beyond my means

So many actions were unseen

So I clean and I mean

I cleansed everything

My soul has escaped

Mal treatment I can longer take

I’m free of all the shackles

Victory is my fate.

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