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my lines, my life, His hands
I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness-- Jeremiah 3:3
Thursday, February 9, 2012
SPLINTERS
I gasp for the old days that bind;
Gape for the fullness
Where the splinters once were;
Pant for the fragments
That were once You and I
Solidified.
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