Raising Myself
Saturday, March 31, 2018
Beauty-
Beauty- Doors are opened, but beauty doesn't tuck me in at night-
, like sugar cube sitting onto a lillypad floating on the lake, the cube is taken - remains one with the pond and sky is
lilly pad ,
and she floats alone...
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