FOR ONCE THESE WORDS WERE HER HOME
A girl searching self-authentication.
9.03.2015
To Meditation
Meditation may come soon,
and I look to it with open arms.
My eyes are ready to cry.
Expression rests impatiently upon my lips.
Cheeks flush with joy,
that the time of resting has finally past
and the time of living is upon us.
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