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My Confidence
O sweet mother,
with crafted fingers, she braids my hair,
soothing me out of ennui,
with vigor; she plait me into candor,
drifting me into Elysium
shrouding me with confidence,
to douse my fear,
O sweet mother.
© Amotulrosheed 🌹
with crafted fingers, she braids my hair,
soothing me out of ennui,
with vigor; she plait me into candor,
drifting me into Elysium
shrouding me with confidence,
to douse my fear,
O sweet mother.
© Amotulrosheed 🌹
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