Seeing people grow up is the same as watching something escape…
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Terror has quiet sunday eyes that never expect a damn thing…
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Quiet and passivity and soft ease and mutuality
- seeds of stable god/roots of spirit.
loneliness gets on surprisingly well with the mirror…a friend without judgement…is worse than sterility…
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Death I am going to grow strong against you…but you will always beat us to a fine pulp of tears and bitterness. you leave all things unrequited. you leave nothing but question marks.
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How ugly your aging skin is beside the new flesh of the children of the future
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Hosptials are Churches. Doctors are Priests. Blood is spirit. Illness is sin. Healing forgiveness. Recovery mediation. Death heaven. God…all of the everything…
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the sadness will rise like swollen wounds and our sorrow will fester and itch and scratch and crisp over. our tears will not redeem one single ash of hope. we knew it would come to this. death said as much. there will be no more joy. the doom of the past is the doom of the future.