Spell faith

Whenever

Whoever

Whatever you are dealing with

Stand still. Take it in

Holding her pale, almost transperant bonny palms in mine

Leaning over stiff surface between us

Laid the forehead on tangle of ice cold fingers

I catch myself praying

Faith, death, love is all the same mother

covering your eyes when you ready to see more

covering your eyes when you ready not to see

covering your eyes when you to see it all

she knows best

she hears you

she hears it all

trust her

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