January 19, 2018
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Too High
I’m from the Citywhere Angels don’t descend to help,they’re in corners getting higher. no preaching nor evangelism could convinceheaven will not give them a chance;heaven is not rolled up in a piece of paper. when down, bound by firegrace is lit and smoothly inhaledthey mount five stories, no ladder no wingsno care that lungs sing,“Please,… Continue reading