There is a depth to her wild, untapped.
A poetic spring over-flowing with potential.
Pain surrounds her, though it's a process she endures.
For goodness sake.
The stories shared are incomplete.
Not waiting for anything
She knows it is too late.
All for goodness sake.
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 10:17 PM UTC
There is a depth to her wild, untapped.
A poetic spring over-flowing with potential.
Pain surrounds her, though it's a process she endures.
For goodness sake.
The stories shared are incomplete.
Not waiting for anything
She knows it is too late.
All for goodness sake.
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