[ even heaven asks for the destruction of the beneath, but that's more of hokma's realm. her own is mankind and the path they walk, by choice by circumstance by their own will and not. a smile flutters to her lips and a laugh out of them.
he writes her poetry in so many ways, she can never fully believe it's for her, about her. but who else is here? no one, so it's only logical that it's about her, that it's for her. leaves her warm and wanting for more, throat tightening the way her heart does.
at least the massage is nice and easy to focus on. malkuth hadn't realized how much stress she'd been carrying until he began to work it out. ]
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he writes her poetry in so many ways, she can never fully believe it's for her, about her. but who else is here? no one, so it's only logical that it's about her, that it's for her. leaves her warm and wanting for more, throat tightening the way her heart does.
at least the massage is nice and easy to focus on. malkuth hadn't realized how much stress she'd been carrying until he began to work it out. ]
Have you ever thought about gardening?