Her words turned into a song that to the world set the sun itself, but to her Angels, she was simply asking them not to cry.
Read MoreA quite wonderful language that takes to shapes of pears and apples/ to a sun that bakes warm to hues of honey…
Read MoreBut I am most happy in the arms of those who chose me/ removing my quip to make a decision in the first place.
Read MoreHad I known the nature of her I’d not curse the nature of me
Read MoreWe are surrounded by everyone's wants, desires, and needs without yet understanding our own.
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