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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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  錯過
我有一個想法,

the reluctance to return to a home that is absent of you...
is it a discomfort of the waiting solitude?
or is it excitement in wanting to share?
or perhaps the restlessness of a shifting burden?

either way,
a question is not really a question,
it is really an inquiry of time.

and subsequent negatives mean i am forced to swallow these words
but as they go down my throat i get the sense that once they slip down
it will be as if
they never existed.

a dim existence that haunts my mind but never
solidifies before melting into air.

那麼這是不是一種錯過?
如果是,那麼我到底錯過了甚麼?

你呢?
好奇嗎?
你錯過我的甚麼?

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