Restoreth My Soul
By Karen
Nimbus me with rings of rosy love, and rising from my couch all girlgold dreaming, I am ever wreathed in really joy. Hand me what you need for me to carry high, I'll hold it- never drop a warble. Hear it- it's my heart. Sleep now, there is nothing leaving, nothing needs to be as much as one hair's breadth from you, so listen this is soft and this is safe, the sound of it... I'm beating when there is the o-ther silence. Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Jan 02 2002 08:42 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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