Virtues of lust form in the lobby
Exhaust pipes wail
TO leave them be
Alone with their devices
About the Creator
I Smell Spring
I Talked As My Higher-Self To The Universe And I Watched As My Mentality Changed Because Of My Commandments... Departed From Broken Dreams And Saturated with Love On The Journey, Together Here And Now... We Couldn't Let It Go, So I Guess, Now We Wait... They Released The Shackles, And God Leads The Way... Miracles Are The Stories, That Connect To Your Soul... I Accept Change And Welcome Room For Growth... I'd Rather Be Whole And Build With My Equal... No One Completes The Other Half Of Your Being... Plant Your Seeds In Life And Water Yourself Frequently... You Are Who You Need, You Are What You Believe ✨️ 💛
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Turquoise Clouds in a Green Sky
“I always remember the first time I saw the green sky and the turquoise clouds skating across it.” These words had stayed with Alice Barrett for two years. She’d been six- years-old and snuggled next to her great-grandmother, known to nearly all the family as Granny Rose, on a large, rather uncomfortable armchair. Granny Rose had been telling her a story, at least that’s what Alice believed, but it was a strange memory, blurry apart from those few words.
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