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| my tummy makes an excellent pillow for doggo naps |
my sins are as big as houses
and still I beg to be forgiven
people live lives in these houses of sin
and grow gardens in the yards
and fruit trees
my ugliness is clear to me
as clear as my many sores and scars
I live a wounded life
life like this requires metaphor
and so a dog cries in the distance
my misshapen toenails
a dismal odor of failure
even for a thing like me it is too much
I unbolt and open the front door
it has been locked for so very long
outside it is a perfect day
green trees
flowers
bird song
with nowhere at all to go
I begin to walk
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there is no heaven
no hell
no gods or goddesses
there is no life ever after
no rebirth into a new you
or maybe there is
but friend it doesn't matter
this life
this moment
this choice
right now
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as sweet as blueberries
as light as bees
sunrise loves the quiet
-james lee jobe
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When the whole world is silent, even one voice becomes powerful.
-Malala Yousafzai
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