Mere Man
P Patti Masterman
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He was mere man, who broke my body open,
Who saw my life's turning, so plainly told,
And once slumbering flesh had finally awoken,
I missed not one minute, whatever he stole.
One man who broke me, two men who loved,
My life as a puzzle, did not fit the mold;
But loved I was, so there was naught to defeat me,
My body's soul free, neither bought or sold.
Each body has a lock that's only a token,
Each life has a drama, that in time unfold;
But none this tight-clasp mind has ever opened-
For none this souls pure need could ever hold.
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