Darling,
waste not your prayers
on my heathen soul.
I belong to the wilds,
to a force so ancient
that even the oldest of trees
can scarce remember
its name.
It will take more
than words
to save a sinner
like me.
~lt
Darling,
waste not your prayers
on my heathen soul.
I belong to the wilds,
to a force so ancient
that even the oldest of trees
can scarce remember
its name.
It will take more
than words
to save a sinner
like me.
~lt
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