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  • Writer's pictureTaryn D


Updated: Jul 4, 2021

Who I am without Jesus is a glass left precariously at the edge of a countertop and the slow abrasion on a thread against the rough edge of the world's surface A moth indoors beating against a sunny windowpane A spinning top wobbling on the tip of a pencil balancing balancing balanci ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Oh, but who I am with Jesus? is water and fire and teflon and tree roots that twine so deeply and surely that they break through to the light on the other side


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