words are weighed in stone &
charcoal fingers
are too crisp to trace
the delicate curves of love-filled letters.
today, the chisel
is all I can bear.
words are weighed in stone &
charcoal fingers
are too crisp to trace
the delicate curves of love-filled letters.
today, the chisel
is all I can bear.
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Amazing M xx
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thanks hun 🙂 x
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There is something about this that truly resonates with me…
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glad i could touch you with my words…
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Yes yes and yes! Love this
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Thank you! Glad you enjoyed 🙂
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