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Post by artolmaeus on Mar 1, 2023 5:51:48 GMT -6
there is a silence to my lips as only the words cannot leave and the words that go, far better than the words that stay, for they won't settle Some percentage of the air in every cell and breath and exhale some fraction that is full in parts and no amalgamation can make whole for I was born broken and parts missing and these are the words that hold me together Like the moment God has to look at self and has to turn away, because of this fraction pieces, parts and longing hearts the very reason that being is not a choice or a privilege
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Post by anirbas on Mar 3, 2023 17:59:34 GMT -6
"for I was born broken and parts missing"
Lovely and deep.
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