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Sep 16
If you look up
Is it there?
All I see is air
Why do I raise
my arms up
hoping that God
hears my prayer

Is it some kind
of wicked game
we play ?

I never dreamed
I would meet
someone like you

What a deception
fast of feet
What a reception
so incomplete

I raise my
empty hands up
asking God
"Where is my love ?"
South-by-Southwest
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South-by-Southwest  74/M/Birmingham , Alabama
(74/M/Birmingham , Alabama)   
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