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Jan 2017
With this love abundant
still leaving
like heat in an open room
we go out to find what is waiting
here

Find me some truth to seek
and i will gather all my lengths of
threaded hope
to climb us a wall
and make it into the
finding place

God ******,
i say it all the time,
invoking no thing I know
asking for a wrath
I could never want

In the puddling ice
both feet
not yet wet
but soon enough
laid up and bone
BB Tyler
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