you should see into me -
i am all patches and stitches
pieces of things long broken
echoes of wishes not granted
promices of deliverence
floating in the wind
whispers, screams, laughter
mixed, meddled, morned
- those words are not all
not me, the truth
so do not judge, label
nor praise
live, heart open.
live. and let live
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