Moby liked to surface
in the golden light of the setting sun
and revel in the scars and wounds
upon her precious hide
knowing that she had overcome
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Beloved By All Who Mattered
They played songs to welcome the night and were bathed in stars baptized by light and beloved by all who mattered
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The mother was so proud of her daughter that there was never a day that passed not one day! that she didn't tell her You're so... -
Sometimes in the dark of a cold winter's night she would get to work and paint the day she knew would one day come -
My Self does not end at my skin I take in the World all around and I am taken in And when a wall is built my friend a barrier to block and c...
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