Just For Me

How is it that my eyes close and open without me That I do not die in the in-between Mayhaps I do when I forget to see If I can't see life then it must cease I must be blind to the air I breathe A sign that there's a brighter green That's born from gray and... Continue Reading →

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Lena Kvigne // Missionary

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Footsteps, Footprints and Words

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