At dawn the night loses all its grip; neither the room nor the street even remembers how dark you were, how blind.
Come into a clearing, light poured into it, pressed down, spilling over. Feel a gate open inside you.
Something like scales fell from his eyes
You were worried about all the wrong things, what you would owe, what you would look like, which lane to shoot. The best dangers passed by you unnoticed.
We crossed on dry ground
Come back to those who knew you at your worst and see if they don’t still love you.
Once we broke all the dishes, we tasted the food.
Behold, I am doing…
You can’t imagine how deeply you hurt her, how deeply she forgave you without your knowing.
Thou hast loosed my bonds
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