Lullabies for an Angel
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Ongoing5m
Last published Wed, Oct 17, 2018
reposted from my other account because I don't use it.
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Since summer 2017, a gathering of poems in prose was written for a person very precious.
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"A viděl jsem jiného anděla, jak letí středem nebe, a měl věčnou dobrou zprávu, aby [ji] oznamoval jako radostnou zvěst těm, kdo bydlí na zemi, a každému národu a kmenu a jazyku a lidu"
(Zjevení 14:6)
Shout-out to Orion //sbaff
Shout-out to @myfirstwatt <3
there are some other things too orz
Yeah, I don't know anymore, honestly. Why do I even continue writing.
Idk man, it feels so cheesy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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