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In the Genesis Exiting less than stressed Won't becomes a purposeful letter We are writing here together Having burned the barrel as doves Landing later in the glove And half of half becomes divine Starting again in God's mind While escaping the complete Fed is newborn meat In a coming to terms of words Without ending it absurd The cold folded hands begin Warming over precarious sin While over detailed slights Punishes the early bright And each news of sinew envelopes love Leaving us ignorant from above All that can be asked is asked The tasks eventually grasped What doesn't come next Is in the midst where we cared To grieve beyond complex The trust that burden blessed In the cold fold of a line I'd have placed no hand And as yours remains empty I am left debating simple How do I deliver With hearts being crushed
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Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 8:34 PM UTC
Genesis Is Not Simple
In the Genesis Exiting less than stressed Won't becomes a purposeful letter We are writing here together Having burned the barrel as doves Landing later in the glove And half of half becomes divine Starting again in God's mind While escaping the complete Fed is newborn meat In a coming to terms of words Without ending it absurd The cold folded hands begin Warming over precarious sin While over detailed slights Punishes the early bright And each news of sinew envelopes love Leaving us ignorant from above All that can be asked is asked The tasks eventually grasped What doesn't come next Is in the midst where we cared To grieve beyond complex The trust that burden blessed In the cold fold of a line I'd have placed no hand And as yours remains empty I am left debating simple How do I deliver With hearts being crushed
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44/M/california
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 8:34 PM UTC
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