The entrance of my melancholy soul. Thy words drive back the dark, and Giveth light to my tissue-thin heart. It giveth a sour taste, Understanding is missing, Unto more self indulgence. The simple mind needs your steady hand.
Thy Word #130
The entrance of my melancholy soul. Thy words drive back the dark, and Giveth light to my tissue-thin heart. It giveth a sour taste, Understanding is missing, Unto more self indulgence. The simple mind needs your steady hand.
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