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.

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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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You were my four leaf clover
My pure white dove
You were my lightning strike
and my knock on wood
my hope, my faith, my luck and love.

You were my shooting star

that lit up the sky.

Then you broke the mirror

and my heart died.

no hope, no faith, no luck, no love.

just ordinary.

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