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The sky has never been this dark
nor the horizon decked in so much crimson
The wind has never been this restless
nor the cloud so thick with foreboding...
I hold my heart in my hand lest it falls;
I pick my steps carefully
through...
TELL IT TO THE GENERALS
Overweighed by the truckloads of words waiting to be delivered...
Waiting for the tongue to un-cleave from the roof of the mouth...
What difference would this general make in this new dawn of generous robes
preceding another season...
When He was creating you, He put a lamb in your heart and enjoined you: ‘Dear Child, go into the world and be gentle and meek like the lamb’. But when He was away on just a moment’s respite...
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