You, mother, may I? Poked and prodded and pillaged to death. At the least she was called w**** no more. In her restless grave she prayed man come to her rescue and found the nymphs instead. Wetting her hair with salt water and stone drink. Brush her locks with shell, tooth combs. They bathed her body with pale moonlight. They sang to her of power and peace. They fed her breakfast from their bare breasts. She remembers the notes again
Renee Slay
@Renee_Slay · 0:36
It's. Yes. Like, you have been coming with some power. Like, you're always powerful, but like and I don't even have to say it because you already know. Because you do. Wow. I I love that. That just encaptured everything and oh, almost to tears with that one. Thank you. Powerful. And yes, it's remembered
Laura L (she/her)
@Loloflow · 0:17
Oh, good morning, my friend. I know you remember. Thank you so much for listening and sharing your energy here on my page. Much appreciated, as always
