Undercover the brother ain’t a lover. his glam and yes ma’am is a scam for your heart to play its part on his stage keeping watch on his rage.

to my Hands laced in an embrace gardener, chef, maid, scribe connected to Heart resting from the work of Art.

Note to Heart Mind never rests she never gets working learning sewing an endless seem she joins us to this dream

To be a Mother. To be a Lover. To be Resolute with my heart is the art. Soothsayers are for fantasizers and feeling misers.

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