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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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  cold as a stone
a weekend long sulk.

that's what the past few days have been,
and on a sunday afternoon i fall onto my pillow and
pass into a dream state from which i awaken
unexpectedly renewed.

like my soul took the chance when my body was still
to run for reserves, and a fresh suit of armor.
for new strength, and new spirit,
and a prayer answered.

"have you been resting?"
comes the question.

the answer now,
is yes.

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