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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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  其實
another day.

a heavy paperweight heart,
sitting on emotions so they don't re-shuffle themselves into a messy pile.

days to curl into fetal position,
days to decide to throw up word walls.
days to spit thoughts out tediously,
days to not care at all.

silent discomfort,
like a queasy stomach in a rocking car,
like an ice capp wanted but unnecessary.
like the sound of a footstep into mud,
like an unspoken goodnight lodged in the throat.

another day.


其實很簡單。
兩個人的愛,由兩個人承擔。
不過受過的傷,
教人生存也只是另一種孤單。


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