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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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  deja vu
like a never-ending cycle

casting the glance outward before i glance inward
is always an indication of the foothold envy still has in my heart.

every day those walls are trembling in fear that today will be the day they come tumbling down.

but they need to.
and they don't.
but they need to.
and they won't.

in the process i get anxious, i get frisky, i get jealous, i get weepy.
and i build those walls even higher.

these feelings,
i know them so well,
and still,
they are beyond my grasp.

like the flash of familiarity,
before the yelp of realization,
and after that,

confusion.


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