poem
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My Sun of Righteousness arises, carrying healing in His rays.
There’s an utter sadness weighing, flying over the wings of joy; maybe it’s my last piece of grief from everything that came to pass, everything that is, and everything that was. What could have been had I written anyway that day? I would’ve looked foolish, yes… but maybe you’d be here. Maybe you wouldn’t and… Continue reading
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He craves to find you…
Atomic kind of love, you say… Yeah, I see, we’ve all known this reckless, explosive… destruction. Did you know? Atoms do change their behavior when observed, as they do when ignored. Their movements make us, or break us, because in the end… that’s all we are; dusty atoms trying to not die in a mass… Continue reading
