God run your
Heavenly vacuum
Over my heart
Until it is clean
Let the dust and
dirt
Be collected in the
bag
To be disposed of
As you see fit
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
I had a dream where I had died, and it was my Funeral. Different people ilined up to pay their last respects, ( here is where things get ...
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