In a world that seems to be covered in grime including mine where do I find the will to shine? Blessed Creator you're all around why is it so hard for you to be found cleanse me of my darkness so I may see you and be secure and whole Purify my sight so I may find the beauty in all every day and... Sign in to see full entry.
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Poetry is like a beautiful breeze on a hot summer day kissing every inch of your glorious body. C.Lovett. Blessed Be.
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