xxi: more than yesterdays

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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.

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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 price to pay

what exactly does solitude feel like,
and am i enjoying my stay here a little too much?

is it a guarded fear of stepping back out into something i think will hurt?
or am i just wiser for having learned the hard way?

i guess this is the price i have to pay,
for attempting to grow up so early.

or...
i guess this is the price you have to pay
for all my past folly.

are you sorry?

Labels: musing, personal

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