"i am the pretense of self-forgiveness posing as the pin-up of redeemed ... i am the prayer for a wildfire tamed wanting nothing more than to believe ... i'll be what i am meant to be."
"songs spread out by silence and rolled up by noise, echoed in dreams and concealed by wakefulness ... who can link the crashing thunder with the baby's sigh?" ~ gibran
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