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I know you are alone and soaking in it, like solitude is blood and the night is the letting. Your heart races with the pressure of everyone in the room finding a slow dance partner but you. Tap in. Tap the shoulder. Love is yours. Make the first move. Love is yours. Let it be its horrible self. Learn it. Our church is fully armed. Return to it with devotion. Your spirit is a ready gun. Load it yourself. Only fire it into the worthy. Rise above the grief bait and sugars of sorrow. Spin searing gold from all that copper noise. You are better than the demons whispering in your cheeks.
Derrick C. Brown (via fuckyeahderrickbrown)

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