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Dear stranger I have pieces of you I don’t know what to do with. Memoirs of yesterday’s memories, An ode to the tomorrows never seen. Stranger danger Stranger Danger Sound the alarm, It has all been set ablaze. Blare the horns, This ship is set to sail.   ©   O.M


You can memorize the stories Not the pain hidden in them. They are buried zombies Occurrences awaken to recount memoirs There should be no memorial for. This is memorandum to patiently heal When the memories dance like a bad thriller night, Mourn your loss, Burn the memorabilia And gently take the detour off memory lane.


I died as the man named Jesus interceding for you. Now I live as the glorified King named Jesus seated at the right hand of the Father still interceding for you. Does that truth not comfort you? That I conquered death not to take a break in Heaven but to show you the love I …

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