In the quiet of a summer palace Long ago before this day The prophet came from spite and malice To take the children all away She came on wings so white and pure None would dare look her way There was no resisting her allure Or to keep her safe at bay Those modest eyes,… Continue reading Summer Palace
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Second coming
Some help from a faceless caregiver
I’m trying to remake myself. I have allways been bad with words and timing, I even manage to swear at the ONLY point at which someone will care, but something I can do is give a crap about people in bad situations, and maybe help them out of it, or give some advice, or just… Continue reading Some help from a faceless caregiver