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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



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  its time.
its good to be home.
the air here is really nice,
and there's a smell of rain.

its been a year, since highschool.
a year into a new chapter of my life.
what have i been doing all this time?
=/

now that im sitting here on the couch,
and the air smelling the way it used to,
every summer
there's so much joy,
mingled with so many "others"

i am so ordinary.
just another girl,
in another city,
living a normal life.
i am so lucky, so blessed,
to be just another girl.

to have big dreams, and big fantasies,
and still...
to be content.
with my life, with all that i have.
and to realize,
that it is... so much.

for just one more summer.
i think,
i'll leave my big dreams and fantasies unboxed.
for me to believe in...
and then after that...
some time.
i'll pack them away,
and leave naivete behind.
 


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