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She told her father But he couldn’t disannul. Head hung, she went on.
G. Pearson
In a rush please move I had somewhere to be but Now there’s no point left
spinning side effects dizzy, ditzy, heartbeat too petals in a pile
No drink for me, thanks. Oh, why? Just need a break’s all. Deep breath. That’s better.
Because I’d rather Fight a different fight now One where we both win
Still trust God’s timing. Towel around her she slept. Tomorrow-day waits.
Hot skin, cold air, bed. Email—things spiral quickly. Time to fight the day.
“This isn’t too hard.” Then she fell hard off the bike. “And life moves on still!”
Heart blooms toward him. There is no safe place to love. Heart blooms toward her.
Pen, pencil, whiteout, IHOP booth, endless coffee, Plans that need making.