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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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  mirror
there are certain moments in life
where words form into a standoff
between my reflection and i.

in one such moment
i came face to face with caged pain and sorrow
battered and bruise from hurtling itself against unyielding bars
begging release and receiving nothing.

the moment of encounter is shocking,
and i cowardly cloud my vision in tears and words.

perhaps i was wrong,
to give myself away before i ever got myself back.

no more. I say no more
and realize a lie that thinks it is not.

yes tender. yes sore. yes bittersweet
But the truth is, it is more.


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