A Crown of Glory

Homesick I wander, I run, I walk Towards something that pulls me forward I wonder, I see, I…

Addictions may come. Addictions may go. Beyond the wanting, Mornings when itâ€™s hard to rise, Wild horses drag…

Staring at the ceiling as silent tears from the corners of my eyes roll quickly down, leaving tracks…

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