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every star in the night sky wishes to kiss me in gold dust every rough body of ocean wishes to wash over me in healing salt every rose bush, blooming or wilting wishes for me to tend to their roots my hands do not falter, for my golden heart never runs out of gleaming currency my voice cuts through the silence, the dagger in my hand is sheathed in a white dress and red lipstick my home, a well-built powerhouse stands on dark rocks, overlooking an indigo sea at twilight.
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Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 9:46 AM UTC
the voice of each mother/goddess
every star in the night sky wishes to kiss me in gold dust every rough body of ocean wishes to wash over me in healing salt every rose bush, blooming or wilting wishes for me to tend to their roots my hands do not falter, for my golden heart never runs out of gleaming currency my voice cuts through the silence, the dagger in my hand is sheathed in a white dress and red lipstick my home, a well-built powerhouse stands on dark rocks, overlooking an indigo sea at twilight.
11: Every goddess. (prompt: not from your perspective) This is written in my mother's perspective
#escapril#april#mother#mom#goddess#strong#powerful#female#women
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Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 9:46 AM UTC
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