This is a prayer of mine when I feel weak. What do you pray? Poem 187 of 365 – Clip the wings of my hectic wicked chaos.Collect me carefully –I am cracked.Calm my crooked soul;Caress my cravings for things that last. ~ Essie
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Essie Writes Poetry 