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โœ’๏ธ Christian Wiman
For all the pain passed down the genes or latent in the very grain of being; for the lordless mornings, the smear of spirit words intuit and inter; for all the nightfall neverness inking into me even now, my prayer is that a mind blurred by anxiety or despair might find here a trace of peace.
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