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REALITY
 
Reality is not what you think.
Everything is not purchased in bank.
A lasting thing is not bought or sold.
Lord You paid the price, so bold.
I can walk on streets of pure gold.
The born again, I reach my goal.
You make temporal and reality.

By poetalthomas

© 2019 poetalthomas (All rights reserved)

 

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