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Harlot No More
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Personal (Hope) I once was a harlot,
smeared with
the taint of lust.
But You wiped
the stains clean
with the blood
You spilled.
They mock me
saying I cannot
change.
I whisper
behind moist eyes,
“I was forgiven
before I ever sinned.”
When I looked for love
in the men of this world,
I passed by the One
who would sweep me off my feet.
