"he was always distracted 
by the very mention 
of an open door"
-dcfc

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"Then he said to Thomas, 'Put your finger here; see my hands. 
Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe.'"

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"but as God said,
crossing his legs,
I see where I have made plenty of poets
but not so very much
poetry."
-bukowski

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"we may well find you laid
like your steed in his reins
tangled too tight and to long
to fight"
iron&wine

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"Help me to feel your wounds
Help me to know that you are real
I may be blind, 
but I can feel."
-me

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"grace is a gift for the fallen, dear
you're an angry blade and you're brave
but you're all alone
turning a shade of an angel born
in a bramble ditch when the doors
of heaven closed"
-iron&wine