prayer
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3 of 3 I’m from a place where fireflies light the trees like magic and a kiss from a boy too early is a sin. I love like my father; from afar, wishing you well. I learned from my mother to hide behind a sharp tongue. When I say hello, please treat it as if
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If you hear me grant me peace for a minute. I can not live with this chaos. I am a dim flame that dances to keep others warm. Do you understand? Do you even care? Is my voice like the morning birds singing their tune; do you listen for your amusement? If we are to believe; we
Wishful Thinking 