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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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  the elephant in the room.
and the predicament begins.
and i thought i was prepared,
but i was still caught off-guard by the way you avoided it.

and i won't open any of your wounds,
i know how much you hurt
if it makes you feel better to see it this way.
by all means.

but now i have to battle
with the idea that maybe what you said has changed what other people think
about me
and to be honest, thats the worst thing you did.

you weren't honest.
not even a bit.

and from now on, you've dropped off the list.

all you did was look at the elephant me in the room,
and ask me why it was there.
ignoring the gaping hole you knocked in the wall
to bring it in.


--
another broken heart on which to contemplate,
i seem to cause so much grief,
maybe i should shut myself away permanently,
in a drawer full of useless things.
 


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