Night-lights are just the eyes that a mother leaves behind her to guard her children... especially the ones who know that to live would be an awfully big adventure.
Breathe in faith and hope, and this smoke filled bar. Cash in all of the glory from your biggest mistakes and give it all away. Laugh out loud while the tears flow and realize that this is just a little heartache. It's just a little hole.
Geneva to NYC to better. Stateside reunions. Plug the black light rosary back in. Somebody's flying to save me.
WendyMoiraAngelaDarling
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