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| jo'b |
Late in the thicket of the soul,
where it was slow-going,
overgrown with the brambles and vines
of common catastrophe,
he accepted at last
the hard-earned conclusion
that he lacked the courage
to embrace what he thought
he'd always wanted—
unconditional love,
that uncommon thing—
powerful,
wounding,
and misplaced.
