Heaven, It CallsTo Heaven, it callsHeaven, It Calls
By Hazel
Modest heat encases us. En route to eternal Bliss? He ponders , where he is
not invited. A stiff no sets him staight. Back on our path we set.
Shaking off wrong doers and those wishing us ill will. Mother where are
we off to now? I sniffle as though for too long I have been led astray.
Heaven, .....it calls... she says looking deep into the rolling hills.
I peer into the beige landscape hopping to catch a glimspe of this place
that holds this unknown alure upon mother. She graces me with a smile
as we trek farther into the
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where in the fucking hell is Iceland?
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where in the fucking hell is Iceland?
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'what if theres no more fun to have?'
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where in the fucking hell is Iceland?
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