the sky is purple and the morning comes deep from inside knowing that Her children breathe. the sadness is never healing from our own mistakes. thank you, Queen Mother(s) the night of day the air deep inside of every breath, and the heart of every desire without you we would stop wanting and in your presence, there is only you. the Mothers of God.
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