pungent
air sticks
unrelentingly
unto
your thick
lungs
inhale
but don't let out
savor
the ringing
of those words
jagged pure
riddled soft
over coarse waves keep
them
inside you until
tears they fall into
open palms
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phil.3:8 What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ
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