Open arms to a mother’s gift. Electric sensations pulsating through our ribs. Breathing life into our dreams. The weight of man is crushing me The weight of man is crushing me Bring forth the solace of your breeze. From looming, pines through ocean seas. Oh Mother, I am breaking down. Oh Mother, I call to you. Ghost of the willows. The weight of man is crushing me. I am falling apart, broken into someone less than who I’m meant to be. I am lost. I am lost.
Posted on: Wed, 24 Dec 2014 22:32:52 +0000
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