Air castle
I'm a gale of real
And you are the fancy orb,
Hazy in the orbit of my thought...
Let our long distances remain relevant,
At their distinctive farness,
Or the incubus actuality,
May bulldoze the air castle.
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This is wrote back in Feb of last year. Rock Salt! By: Wes Lawson Surrounded by hurts and hard to swallows. Sets in like a river of dece... -
Little babies are born, Good mama and papa prays Each day For their little growing one That God be their growing one's guide. Years unf... -
Silently each night while she lays to sleep, The family devotion done, but on her bed she goes to God alone, From the depths of her heart S...
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