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Although I may never get to meet the woman who carried my soul through the cosmos inside her body from a winter's frost to a spring's warmth I'll be grateful for the one who spent her blood, sweat and tears holding me in her arms, guiding me through a journey called life Without a doubt, I'll stitch them both into my heart's core as they were generous in taking time to sculpt me into the person I am
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Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 7:01 PM UTC
Mothers of My Heart
Although I may never get to meet the woman who carried my soul through the cosmos inside her body from a winter's frost to a spring's warmth I'll be grateful for the one who spent her blood, sweat and tears holding me in her arms, guiding me through a journey called life Without a doubt, I'll stitch them both into my heart's core as they were generous in taking time to sculpt me into the person I am
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Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 7:01 PM UTC
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