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we tend to feel our families and friends
like sculpture that's alive when they die or move...
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we are all partly in our own worlds although we...
like bees in a hive or birds looking for food or...
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On Summer's morning still and light I sat upon the...
And there to see eternity with all its wonders...
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18 years ago at 10:03
A beautiful baby boy entered this world...
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My heart beats just
For you and the Lord...
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I am made in God’s own mold,
Divine in form, refined and bold...
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Let the king of my heart
Wash my soul...
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Red
hoodies...
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Time spills from my hands,
slipping through the slits of fingers...
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Why does the dead fish still stir
toward the unbitten bait...
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I don't want you,
You, damn incompatible blood type...
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What I say is never what they see,
I have such more complexity...