Bound by ties of deep compassion,
our arms in closest clamor touched.
Honesty and candor
sparkled in our bones,
like bits of marble.
Polished stones.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
Bound by ties of deep compassion,
our arms in closest clamor touched.
Honesty and candor
sparkled in our bones,
like bits of marble.
Polished stones.
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