a faint glimmer of hope burns brightly in my chest
despite the voices yelling profanities, insults,
willing for it to die.
but i will NOT have it.
i will tend to you my little spark,
and love you and nourish you
until the flame itself devours me
and i am made of nothing else.
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Best of luck to you, cousin, friend. If you need a hand, I can always come by with matches....a lighter... a blow torch... a flame thrower... help out however I can. Just a text message away.
Yep, that pretty much rocks!
Your faint glimmer of hope already feels like the warmth of the sun to me.
Burn baby Burn!!!!
Linds
That makes me smile.
Brenda
Love you...
i love you guys.
thanks for your continuos prayers and encouragement.
Wow. Nice.
Yay For hopes
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