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In the midst of pain, we sat and learned that forgiveness is the opposite of ignorance. The hands that coyly guide us to bed, that feed our bodies and our inner children, the loving caresses comforting along the wait toward dawn. As alone as we act, we can become only so separate.
When the gun has been swung past my head, I will not fail to pray. Nor will I forget the soft, pleading words I must utter, digging through the blunt trauma, the forced exit of bodies abandoned by breath.
Go here now.
When the gun has been swung past my head, I will not fail to pray. Nor will I forget the soft, pleading words I must utter, digging through the blunt trauma, the forced exit of bodies abandoned by breath.
Go here now.