I cried when she faced banns , whatever those are.
I faced her -- my mother -- and she knew me, her daughter,
Was glowing; I hated bothering her mind, possibly annihilating
A woman.
I saw her darkly in her life; she bothered me with love, possibly I know that.
Money caused me worse flowers; I saw my mother plainly.
Words will not believe I am here and beautiful; I am not peaceful; I am not
Right.
Believe your ranting is a kink that is fearful and sick.
I wish to make possibly drama that is a home for her priestly presence.
Worlds drink of my mother's words.
Softly she knows I know I love her.
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