To temptations, I have become immune
Or am I just pretending to be so?
These words have fallen out of tune
For reasons that even God wouldn’t know
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To touch, my skin has turned numb
From yearning for days and for years
To grace, I will never succumb
As long as I am surrounded by these fears
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To love, I will need a transplant
My heart has grown cold with age
If there is one wish that He could grant
I would like to begin on a brand new page
Frank Solanki 
love these…
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Thank you
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Or maybe that She could grant.
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Ha. Nice.
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Beautiful in its melancholy
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Thank you
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You see there is more than one way to catch a comment,
thanks for dropping by..
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Hard hitting.
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