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The building has imploded The bridge has buckled The floods have done their thing The fire has licked up the dust There is nothing. People's promises proved untrustworthy The well meaning preacher's principles are unreliable The mask of others have been exposed Past experience seems irrelevant There is nothing. The emotions have numbed The will has fluttered The heart see two roads ahead, doubt, The mind cries out "There is nothing". Times lapses God is slow The trapeze artist hovers in the air between release and catch Discomfited There is nothing. Courage for another look Cloud as a man's hand The seventh time...long time Lifts up the head from between the knees There is something.
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Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 2:42 AM UTC
There is nothing
The building has imploded The bridge has buckled The floods have done their thing The fire has licked up the dust There is nothing. People's promises proved untrustworthy The well meaning preacher's principles are unreliable The mask of others have been exposed Past experience seems irrelevant There is nothing. The emotions have numbed The will has fluttered The heart see two roads ahead, doubt, The mind cries out "There is nothing". Times lapses God is slow The trapeze artist hovers in the air between release and catch Discomfited There is nothing. Courage for another look Cloud as a man's hand The seventh time...long time Lifts up the head from between the knees There is something.
From a dark place comes hope
#nothing
peter-hall
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peter-hall
56/M/Scotland
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 2:42 AM UTC
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