Life is a word certainly won,
after suffering all the pain done.
I write life on a page,
then try to pen away all the rage.
No getting out of life alive,
but while here I word thrive.

On a page of white,
maybe I can make life right.
I write life in all its glory,
then try to step into the love story.
As I visit all the word good,
there is an adjustment mood.

If I could live on my paper,
it would be a paradise caper.
While living we've earned,
but at times still burned.
The won word life in my write,
gets white washed on my site.

Cleaned!

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