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those things that prove the lost, the wild and lost
so intimately intricately free
those things that mostly minds of time and dust
can linger longer longing serenely
and those that younger thinner me would find
aligned with shadow selves and paper dream
these things seek me and peer me into mind
but ziploc memories now fail to gleam
instead of gladdest new though, burdens raise
up, just different: rounder easier
and roll or slide or tumble this malaise
but always with me still, though breezier
the days, which speak of some still yet to come
when forget and shatter stories of from.
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For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known. – 1 Corinthians 13 : 12
Though you have made me see troubles, many and bitter, you will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth you will again bring me up. – Psalms 71 : 20
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