her mouth tasted like cherries, fragrance of an angel…
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rolling sideways, years flying, loved ones dying. it’s life they say, painful anyway….
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she’s the boss
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sitting in the pew, listening. words of comfort to soothe our souls. spoken with good intent, once again. my tears will fall at home….
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Zero hour, nine a.m…it’s just my job, five days a week….
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….flowers…
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well now, I’d say it changes like the weather…
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calmness, serenity ✨️ 😌
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Every Season reveals treasures…
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