"Know your place."
Poetry
Quit
I'm done.
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?
"Know your place."
I'm done.
A hymn.
Just behind his ears.
And still the crack does widen.
Why will You not grant me this request?