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Ephesians 5:11-16 (The Message)
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Ephesians 5:11-16 (The Message)
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Thursday, August 20, 2009
conscious of who I wasn’t; unconscious of who I was
I woke to
the stabbing pain of nothingness
and I filled filled filled my time
with empty motions
I searched
and found a torpid world
and followed suit
and fell asleep
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