

as a flower
i am my own tender
the skies bathe me
tiny loving hands
leave me conditioned
in fairy dew
before Luna leaves
each morning
#376
May 13 2013
11:38am
as a flower
i am my own tender
the skies bathe me
tiny loving hands
leave me conditioned
in fairy dew
before Luna leaves
each morning
#376
May 13 2013
11:38am
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