Come, Love,
Come
so long pushed away thought,
discriminated against,
held in a lower class,
in the dungeon
oh dear innocent child,
come
let this divisiveness be no more
this lynching,
this segregation,
and separation of
of good
and bad
welcome home,
my dear sweet "me",
every thought
of "me"
I want to spend time with you.
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