When you are alone,
be alone with me;
speak freely/
as though you
were only talking to
God
in a mirror’s sheen.
Tell me why, threading your fingers
through my hair, we are so alike,
then gently explain why we are not.
Find the best & worst angles,
wrestle out my muted light.
I cannot speak for you,
though sometime I wish I might
or could, but never would____
–LM
This felt like such a sacred space, a prayer to read. Beautiful. ♥️🌹🕊
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Thank you love I’m so pleased you enjoyed it! ❤
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The way you’ve stitched this piece is beyond beautiful ❤️
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Such a heartfelt piece brimming with wistful tenderness! ❤ Gorgeous to read 🙂
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