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Wednesday, February 17, 2016

"When,'
She asked
"Are you most yourself?"

When I do not have to ooze
push myself out 

When I do not have to grow larger than the tube of skin pressed on me

When I'm a farm
A collection of All my mother gave me

||& I never think of it once
||& he's smiling at me

1 comment:

  1. Yes. Chelsea. Your writing is always always light years ahead of me. You inspire me to keep write, write, writing, and keep at it. thank you. I can't get enough of your writing.

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Thank you so much for taking the time to say a lil sumthin! Im so grateful that you even read my words and I hope they inspire and draw you closer to Jesus!