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 In the false daylight of that barren place from which I came, I wandered and stumbled. But, Jesus, lifting my gaze to Your sky full of stars... [read more] |
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My parents' vehicle lacked, by their choice, a c.b. But many of the cars and trucks around us were transmitting, and I realize that hear, on... [read more] |
 O lofty verse, you climb the tower, brick by brick of gilded diction, a Babel of syllables reaching skyward, yet... [read more] |
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Great joy to escape that place, and return home. Yet I feared the compromise of Starwatcher, my identity then. But, none too soo... [read more] |
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To his boyfriend Tadzio, Jaschu offers his upright "Would "you like to, here?" A gentle, digital clasp brings the purpose better into... [read more] |
 [Intro] [Verse 1] I was sinking in the noise, couldn't hear my own name Every dream I ever built went up in flames Tried to chase the... [read more] |
 I see some of you have enjoyed Watching AIDOL, the AI humanoid Fall down in its debut It could happen to you If you're living with art... [read more] |
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I am grateful to have lived the kind of life in a love that has paid dividends…. To have grown old with the woman I love... [read more] |
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May we all be blessed to one day… share this point of view one that those of us who understand love… have long ago discovered to be t... [read more] |
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From the moment their life together originated the recipe for their love was never complicated. Through all their years... [read more] |
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Obvious to anyone who observed their afternoons together, these long-haired adolescent boys---all of them barefoot, most of them naked... [read more] |
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The Tangent of a Tan Gent A tan gent, leaning at forty‑five degrees, claims he’s the smooth curve’s confidant— always brushing infini... [read more] |
 A Good Box It Was Cardboard remnants of past lives, Strewed in hallways of crowded sentiments. Reluctant, yet expectant of earned pla... [read more] |
 The wish is yours to grant Here and now in this holiday season Every good thing you say you are, you can be now Can't you just pictur... [read more] |
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I do not know which weekend of that July, or when---before or after midnight---this happened: You, Jesus, called me by my given first name;... [read more] |