PurificationA Poem by Elvis GilleyPurity comes at a cost my dear friend.Burn Oh soul, May I this affliction forego
Depressions tears I cry please release this flesh so that it may die
Flesh of folly fall upon my knees for emotional distress falls around me
If only once his peace I felt Surely then this animosity would melt
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StatsAuthorElvis GilleyNew Brocton, ALAboutI love writing poetry about life, spirituality, and love. I have been writing for many years. Though I feel I posses a gift for it, I am learning. I love photography. Black and whites are my favorite .. more..Writing
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