Broken April 4, 2020April 4, 2020 ~ holligibbs Why does it hurt so much— this life? Designed for glory, but ignoring the instructions of the Engineer, we feasted on forbidden fruit. … Built for one thing, used for another— no wonder we are broken. . ShareEmailPinterestTwitterPrintLinkedInFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
I like this. I can almost feel the raw, stubbed-toeness of it, if that makes any sense. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
It does. And thanks. I wasn’t really sure if it worked, but I went ahead and posted because—did you know it’s National poetry writing month? Anyway, glad to know it works. LikeLike Reply
I like this. I can almost feel the raw, stubbed-toeness of it, if that makes any sense.
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It does. And thanks. I wasn’t really sure if it worked, but I went ahead and posted because—did you know it’s National poetry writing month? Anyway, glad to know it works.
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