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Maybe God will share his grief with me.
He is not he.
Not in the sky.
Not hiding in the trees.
In the shape, of shapes.
In a shape, and cannot escape.
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One brilliant cloud after another
...like loves.
Appearing as different shapes.
Never able to hold on to escapes. read more »
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