It was the manner in which His lips weaved words,
Threaded in one ear out of the other ,
And only my soul understood how my soul needled Him.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 6:30 AM UTC
It was the manner in which His lips weaved words,
Threaded in one ear out of the other ,
And only my soul understood how my soul needled Him.
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