We all have bits of this and that,
Always with the fitness, I'm not fat,
Fragments of a soul left on a yoga mat,
What does this mean, so strange,
Sinning in an earthbound cage,
I know that God knows my rage.
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Author:
Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: July 25th, 2026 01:00
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