every dawn she reaches clay arms to the Light pouring in via chips tears cracks
It is disobedient to her death, It strips her nakedness.
“You’re a wasteland, a nothing, ” they had said. But the Light disobeys Lies. It reverses rape of the human mind.
These are her morning routines.
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In Christ we are made whole and washed clean – unblemished!
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Love you Muri♥️ He does too🎶
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