Apr 2017
The void said I own nothing but chrysanthemums
while they tore roses through open air
(the earth angels are coming)
"I hope nothing but holiness touches you
and that the blessed is not of man. Not of his rib"
*"—no helper to mankind"
while they tore roses through open air
(the earth angels are coming)
"I hope nothing but holiness touches you
and that the blessed is not of man. Not of his rib"
*"—no helper to mankind"
(California)
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