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# *You are absolutely beautiful-- Immersed within  this magical-Unfolding as music  mates to words Fingers, strumming now Now finding their perfect placement      ..On the keyboards      of her newfound freedom      A beautiful spirit   now returning      to a once-little body,   beaten      for being her beautiful spirit's  home.      Now with headphones  on ears      there is a  restoration      of years and years and years,             locust-eaten ...Of those years, and years, and years.                    .      .      . Tell me about pure Joy, churches.. the nice cars in your parkinglot,       aint showing The look on her face, while untethered      tells me everything      You can only dream of       ever knowing. This is true Church-- This beautiful  Sunday-mornin' glowing This spirit-infused flesh A perfection of music momentarily, flowing. From hidden cloud her flesh-infused  spirit is my one chance at pure Joy, knowing.. My love  for her, continually-growing..      In heart,      tarred-n-feathered..      In Art,  all  hers      I  am  become        Untethered.* #
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Oct 12, 2022
Oct 12, 2022 at 10:18 PM UTC
Untethered
# *You are absolutely beautiful-- Immersed within  this magical-Unfolding as music  mates to words Fingers, strumming now Now finding their perfect placement      ..On the keyboards      of her newfound freedom      A beautiful spirit   now returning      to a once-little body,   beaten      for being her beautiful spirit's  home.      Now with headphones  on ears      there is a  restoration      of years and years and years,             locust-eaten ...Of those years, and years, and years.                    .      .      . Tell me about pure Joy, churches.. the nice cars in your parkinglot,       aint showing The look on her face, while untethered      tells me everything      You can only dream of       ever knowing. This is true Church-- This beautiful  Sunday-mornin' glowing This spirit-infused flesh A perfection of music momentarily, flowing. From hidden cloud her flesh-infused  spirit is my one chance at pure Joy, knowing.. My love  for her, continually-growing..      In heart,      tarred-n-feathered..      In Art,  all  hers      I  am  become        Untethered.* #
The smell of rain and streetlight thrown A love, a lantern in the snow But when she feels it taking hold Finds it so hard letting go Can I tell her that we'll shine, She dreads the devil's yet to show So **** reluctant to expose it to me, so So I think of the things that it taught me She starts to think.. "evil has lost me" I walked with the wolves, and it haunts me She steps with intention to run free So stunner, don't ever move softly You've been on a journey they can't see When dancing in ballrooms, you will lead Promise you'll smile off a memory youtu.be/BnWFy0P2e-A ❤️️ the angel opens her eyes
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Oct 12, 2022
Oct 12, 2022 at 10:18 PM UTC
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