my finger is empty.
it echo 's
all the things I cannot
breathe into the deflated
earth
the rhythm teaches me
to play
my heartstrings
with a bro ken pick
my finger is empty. it echo 's all the things I cannot breathe into the deflated earth the rhythm teaches me to play my heartstrings with a bro ken pick |
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Dig hard.
Dig deep.
Run for shelter.
Never look back.
Isaiah 12:2
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