Mother’s House
In my Mother’s House
There are many rooms
It will always be a sanctuary
To Those wrestling with beauty
In Truth.
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In my Mother’s House
There are many rooms
It will always be a sanctuary
To Those wrestling with beauty
In Truth.
Tell the Spartans, stranger passing by, That here obedient to their laws we lie. I am made in the mold of White knuckled men Who wake early Regardless of the night before. Precision is not an exacting science for them Yet we know the... Continue →