longing

i don’t always feel its pull the tug at my heart that says ‘what if all this one day were yours?’ what if that day never comes? i have learned through my life that my empty hands are neither a curse nor a definition, but a gift … still, in this season of celebration the…

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radix

oh papa, the fields are plowed under oh papa, the seeds are all salt oh papa, the tree’s burned to cinders oh papa, we know it’s our fault oh papa, the babies are crying oh papa, the streets run with blood oh papa, look, everyone’s dying oh papa, how can this bring good? oh papa,…

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