Quatrain of In Search Of
In Search Of - always looking
With an Angel sitting on my
shoulder; a lump
on my
back.
I found the color of my faults,
before they fell
through a
crack.
Stun me then and stun me now,
where can
I find an
exemption,
My Angel left me, I am stuck with
with no color, only a
lump with no
redemption.
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