i like the smells of morning: the preparation, the anticipation, the hope.
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i like the smells of morning: the preparation, the anticipation, the hope.
Posted by audiblesilence at 9:00 AM 0 comments
The flowers you gave me are rotting and still I refuse to throw them away.
Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully
They might so I'm waiting and staying awake.
Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep
I'll never know if I go to sleep.
make no protest as you go.
Posted by audiblesilence at 10:10 AM 0 comments
Thus might I hide my blushing face while His dear cross appears,
Posted by audiblesilence at 8:56 AM 0 comments