kissed

and the river began to flow

somewhere between the tick of the midnight hour

and the dawn's light

didn't you feel the source of faith

racing through the all that
you are destined to become?

i did

and it kissed your name
upon my very wrists

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note: for the broken sex trafficked beloved. you are not forgotten. we are coming after you. God. He knows your name. selah.

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