Love; if
it were true, fell and did not stand up.
The dark fog and mist surrounds; like
a blanket that neither gave comfort nor warmth but, instead sends chill to the
very marrow. No essence is false if it is brought forth by the soul and
filtered through the heart. Yet where is the justice in this? If the blood that
gives life has turned gray and still no one bleeds.
Have a spiritual Sunday!
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