Since Sense Cents
I won’t be falling anymore.
For my next love, I'll leap.
Is this the gift of the goddess? A cup, a sword, a coin, a stick? A lavender mist to cloud my past until I cough out the blood of my new future, the freeing mystery of unknowing, my whole life, anew. The regift of believing. I don’t want to be hurt again. I can’t seem to shake of…
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