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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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  which
is worse?

the words i should have said,
or the words i should have not?

the absence of what could have been
or the presence of what should not be?

if i were to attempt to make amends now,
that would be akin to ripping off all the scabs to draw fresh blood.
for the mere sake of my conscience?
or because it is a wrong that needs to be righted?

wouldn't it be too selfish, to fix things now?

a moment is lost,
and it wanders around, frantic
in the silence of my head.
it is loud here,
with silences that should not have been.

but do we want to get well?
no not really.
things have mended in their crooked little ways
and we are growing just the same.

so
which is worse?

that i had you,
or that i should have never let you have me?

that we were once,
or that we console ourselves by thinking we were not meant to be?


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