There's glory in her story,
and buckets full of pain.
Once they tip over...
only emptiness remains
There's glory in her emptiness,
it sets her free.
There's glory in her heart
now that there are no limits to
what she sees.
There's no place to go.
There's no one to be.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
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