Tears
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They fall as I read. The ache of longing in my being. For more of You. For more order, less chaos. More intentionality, less treading water.
Breathe fresh on me.
Fill my empty spaces.
Tears
They fall as I read. The ache of longing in my being. For more of You. For more order, less chaos. More intentionality, less treading water.
Breathe fresh on me.
Fill my empty spaces.