xxi: more than yesterdays

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a reason

Isaiah 55:11 : so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what i desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.

about

i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

intertext

tai
lu
mikan
janice
qiao
dawn

to reply

disclaimer

Layout made by tkh.

face it, you aren't all that perfect.

the title says it all.

if your perception of me ends there.

then it ends there.

i don't answer to you.

and i've decided,

maybe i just

don't

need

give

shit.

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