My saviour.

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They are all waiting for their savior Jesus to return,
I'm just waiting on you to come home.
If loving you is wrong, in bloody hell I shall burn,
My love, look at how we've grown.
You wielded your veins into threads to sew my once broken wings,
Gaze into my firmament soul, you'll see finer things.

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