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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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  On objects
sometimes its hard to just be,
when the world around you and the people in it want you to do, do, do.

sometimes, there is a tendency to sweep aside people in our lives,
on a whim, on desire...
as if they were nothing more than some thing grown old.

sometimes i feel like a thing, and feel deeply conflicted, because i am a being.

will your love help me to fly, or pin my wings down?

this time around i know better,
i am fighting and fighting to keep me uncompromised.

i cannot be discarded,
on a whim, on desire.

it is growing to be a familiar sort of degradation
no more.

if you don't want,
i don't have to want either.
after all...
a want is just a want, isn't it?

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