βthere you were, not gone, and all you could think about was how sure you were of your love for them, love that made forgiveness wash over you like a breeze. Your mother sniffled, took your hand and pressed, lightly.β
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God's Children Are Little Broken Things
Arinze Ifeakanduπ³οΈβπβ€οΈ
18.11.2024 12:26 β
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β Some have morning prayers, youβd told him, I have poetry, and heβd laughed, Such blasphemy, heβd said, must be the reason poets die tragically lonely deathsβbecause the Lord our God is a jealous god.β
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God's Children Are Little Broken Things
Arinze Ifeakandu π³οΈβπβ€οΈ
18.11.2024 12:15 β
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Omg! I am creating some beautiful lgbtq fliers. Iβd stare them here π₯°
18.11.2024 11:38 β
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What are my mooots from X?ππ
All my gay moots?π¬ππ³οΈβπβ€οΈ
16.11.2024 21:35 β
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Heyyyyyyy!
16.11.2024 11:46 β
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