Patterns That Weave Us Together During Holy Wars.
If we were to focus on the minutia to understand, which I often do, we might see more human-sized patterns in all the wreckage, the carnage.
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carnage
The Way I Am. {poetry}
Let me die of heartache and be reborn by the magic of the sea
washed to shore in pieces but stronger than ever before
I’d rather be broken and bloody because the marks left behind will sing of my rebellion