Poetess
Feminine perception of spirituality disarranged.
Scroll,
Her bed quilt in the darken moments of the immortality.
Soften mental touch of her inner womanly,
Shoulder of tender hearten listening are all her begging tears request.
Only wondering twilights letter writings to weep upon into words.
Heart's trail with guidance endured by perfume ink of her soul,
How she bares her spirit womb in ungodly pain,
Naked to be heard in unloved screams.
Greatly needed in the reading of the opposite realm .
For we lapse daily in pride,
Yet?
In victory can we read and become greatly into the conquering of,
"The fall of man."
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