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On days like this, I am more thank you than apology. More welcome party than goodbye affair. On days like this, men can't shut my voice into a casket. No person can sift my heart into a dustpan. On days like this, my voice is gospelled choir a hopeful tune My heart refuses to unsing a joyous song. On days like this, I am phoenix brushing cinder off infant wings. I am honey to your honeysuckle. I am bowing apex off a tidal wave. I am fresh picked book opening up to new hands. On days like this, I am no ocean with finite shores. I am skyline. I am boundless beginning. I rewrite. I renew. I begin again.
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 4:10 AM UTC
On Days Like This
On days like this, I am more thank you than apology. More welcome party than goodbye affair. On days like this, men can't shut my voice into a casket. No person can sift my heart into a dustpan. On days like this, my voice is gospelled choir a hopeful tune My heart refuses to unsing a joyous song. On days like this, I am phoenix brushing cinder off infant wings. I am honey to your honeysuckle. I am bowing apex off a tidal wave. I am fresh picked book opening up to new hands. On days like this, I am no ocean with finite shores. I am skyline. I am boundless beginning. I rewrite. I renew. I begin again.
April 17, 2016 // 11:50 PM
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 4:10 AM UTC
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