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Misfit Musings
Scripturient Fragments in an Online Jar
love language
the
only
love
i
ever
spoke
was
giving
quiet
trust
with
no
demands
and
complete
acceptance
of
all
the
everythings
bigger
than
any
you or we.
and
even
when
my
spirit
wept
and
no
one
knew
my
dialect
the
wind
and
tides
and
stars
and
nights
still
sang
their
songs to me.
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