As if halting words Makes me greater than I am surviving hurts and poetically spitting them back observing birds dreaming the things that I can But first I must build cities from this sand Before I can ascend
As if halting words Makes me greater than I am surviving hurts and poetically spitting them back observing birds dreaming the things that I can But first I must build cities from this sand Before I can ascend
Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.
Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. -Psalms 100:3
"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"
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