I promise I'll always be truthful; you can always rely on my honesty. I won't work on being what you want. Spicy lips and all the finery. Angels, see, they come and go. There is something beautiful, horizon, love. And it's all in the desert. The rough, scrub, and sand. Warm breeze. Sage burning, sacred love, potency and sunset.
I don't believe it will be what you want. She won't be who you want. You will receive what she's able to give, what you need. Good medicine. There are no walls built of stone here, no closed doors. There are only open spaces, open land.
I'm keeping me safe here beneath the firmament. Angels, don't you see, sometimes, they just don't know.
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