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Nov 2012
And the brittle rock of your pride
will crumble
and wither
and blow away
like the Enemy in the face of God

Strong winds will lift the pieces of you
and toss
you into the world to land or
keep flying as you please

And I will rain love onto you
and plant the seed of you
and sprouts will burst forth

and their beauty
will make
the
world
weep.
Chelsea
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