I'm done.
Poetry
You Direct Our Faithful Steps
A hymn.
Soft Morning
Just behind his ears.
Shell
And still the crack does widen.
Strength
Why will You not grant me this request?
Foundation
I fell for days.
I'm done.
A hymn.
Just behind his ears.
And still the crack does widen.
Why will You not grant me this request?
I fell for days.