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By darwin Date: 2004 Dec 07 Comment on this Work [[2004.12.07.18.30.16627]] |
| I pray for you now, though my heart is burdened and weary. This world is harsh sometimes, weaving patterns on our souls that might not otherwise exist, were it for sorrow. A worm has found its weakness in you, its very apple, and is now eating its way across your soured flesh. Does it taste the bitter gall of your distress and hatred? Does it realize the depths that you have fallen to, into the pool of water that doesn't quite reach you when you thirst? Or the tree laden with fruit when your hunger is too much to bear any longer. I pray for you now, though my heart is burdened and weary. |