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Knowledge is of God. With knowledge, understanding. The true, living God.
G. Pearson
Stinging ears, full rage. Note to self: stay on your page. But angels, displaced.
I knew a girl once. But she did not know herself. I stayed in her life.
As ten then as twelve. We attack as a unit. “Mission complete, sir.”
Last year as a teen. I prayed for wisdom and strength. I’ve made it thus far.
Weight of my fears…shh See! It’s coming after me… Sore and breathless death
Busy work, check tasks Nothing feels completed yet And now it’s midnight
Watch her run away Tapping into the doorway Una fantasma
Much to organize Wash, fold, pack, weep, say goodbye This is no one’s home
Cruise control, feet up Wait! I’m late and can’t pretend Take the smoke to go