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# *Your soul's movement is everything.. my sin;  when made manifest, a particulate-- (when breathed in, there is a certain freedom within it) Within view of the altar stone all  hidden knives, become fully known (and, alas, my love-- there's no ram  in the thicket) Beautiful, within the endeavor though still vastly distant-- (what a fool I make of myself trying to make this thing, rhyme by having the audacity to use the word, Covenant.) Maybe, I-- your long-lost,  supplicant   has been  nothing more than a deeply-embedded, replicant. (or something)..* #
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Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 9:49 PM UTC
silentium incarnatum
# *Your soul's movement is everything.. my sin;  when made manifest, a particulate-- (when breathed in, there is a certain freedom within it) Within view of the altar stone all  hidden knives, become fully known (and, alas, my love-- there's no ram  in the thicket) Beautiful, within the endeavor though still vastly distant-- (what a fool I make of myself trying to make this thing, rhyme by having the audacity to use the word, Covenant.) Maybe, I-- your long-lost,  supplicant   has been  nothing more than a deeply-embedded, replicant. (or something)..* #
i am loved, but i need help learning how to even breathe in this world.. oh, lord.. oh my lord https://youtu.be/ginVZEah8_4
#love#truth#difficulty#uncertainty#eternity
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m-vogel
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 9:49 PM UTC
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