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too kind for that too good kind like these eyes do not weep if you shut your own like tears do not stain the ground red when you’re on your knees in Gethsemane like kindness is no substitute for good is no substitute for bones is no substitute for marrow is no substitute for blood is no substitute for breath cannot stop a heart from stopping as if we have any control cannot iron out a spine that has memorized what a caving ceiling looks like don’t be sorry it’s only natural now.
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Dec 4, 2021
Dec 4, 2021 at 5:04 PM UTC
your words are my skin, mine are my skeleton.
too kind for that too good kind like these eyes do not weep if you shut your own like tears do not stain the ground red when you’re on your knees in Gethsemane like kindness is no substitute for good is no substitute for bones is no substitute for marrow is no substitute for blood is no substitute for breath cannot stop a heart from stopping as if we have any control cannot iron out a spine that has memorized what a caving ceiling looks like don’t be sorry it’s only natural now.
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Dec 4, 2021
Dec 4, 2021 at 5:04 PM UTC
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