I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering. — Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
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I wonder what freezesthe flurry of hurt on her cold-flushed cheeks, if his touch isa salve or the shattering.

— Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
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