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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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there really is nothing to describe,
the delicious feeling inside
of discovering the perfection within a set of
beautifully crafted lyrics.

in this house of mine,
cast in a warm yellow glow
that speaks to the heart of what it means
to be alone but not lonely.

if you were to stumble over
its threshold some late evening
maybe you'd find a little me sitting with her
legs crossed inside.

and she would look up and smile,
beckoning you inside to
sit and have a cup of tea, and listen in silence
to that marvelous sound we call

music.

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