Pure Petals Of Spoken Light

When we put our vulnerability in the hands of another it is misunderstood and spoiled by that misunderstanding.

 

Words words words just soil filling a grave.

 

 

 

 

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◄ Tired and Weary I Exist like A Journey Without End

Honesty ►

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