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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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  broken
i have sunk.

today i remembered you
and it brought a strange effect.

what does it mean to let go and move on?
what does it mean to place a period and turn the page?

it is horrendously unfair,
the way i've treated you.

looking back is like facing a mirror of complete and utter brokenness.
so smashed into shards, as though beyond any kind of repair.

you took the hammer, but so did i.
we smashed me together, and then we smashed you.

so,
who is the victim and who is the offender?
we were.

i have been ashamed, and i have felt guilt-ridden.
i have pled my innocence, and i have fought with indifference.
i have used words as a deference, and i have flushed tears through my heart.

and still, and still
there are all these traces of us.

it hurts, to have to face all my brokenness inside.
but oh,
it will be a better day tomorrow.

我們就到這。

no more.

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