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what have the drunkards told you? that you were beautiful-- different, gentle, pure while they were busy vacillating, you found yourself whole among their stormy seas, a tidal wave bearing down upon choppy waters where sailors are lost and boats are sunk ships full of diatribes and bitterness, crippling resentment folded into the bathus -- What have the drunkards told you? to be less, to dissolve, to speak expressly in salt and *** come down from the hill, from the towers, from the lighthouses where you poured over the bounding main learning to be for others lost what have the drunkards told you? mixed and unbecoming, double minded and hopeful for your body but testimony seeps out from beneath your dress and some men are scared of lights and lamps of flowers pressed into the walls, quiet and unassuming, of stair steps and bookcases without books be the light be the light
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Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
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what have the drunkards told you? that you were beautiful-- different, gentle, pure while they were busy vacillating, you found yourself whole among their stormy seas, a tidal wave bearing down upon choppy waters where sailors are lost and boats are sunk ships full of diatribes and bitterness, crippling resentment folded into the bathus -- What have the drunkards told you? to be less, to dissolve, to speak expressly in salt and *** come down from the hill, from the towers, from the lighthouses where you poured over the bounding main learning to be for others lost what have the drunkards told you? mixed and unbecoming, double minded and hopeful for your body but testimony seeps out from beneath your dress and some men are scared of lights and lamps of flowers pressed into the walls, quiet and unassuming, of stair steps and bookcases without books be the light be the light
(c) Brooke Otto 2016 it is what it is.
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Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
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