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They tore the muscle I was straining,
In a desperate plea to be worth.
Not calculating the losing to gaining,
And every single path on Earth.
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If there was reason to the fall,
Perhaps I'd find a wing to build.
A blade of grass is sudden tall,
A live light again is killed.
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Ripping, tearing, searing souls,
Beyond anything that can groan.
Patching, biting, gaping holes,
So soft, fluttered by winds blown.
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Find me, Healer. Find me, G-d,
Fix me, break me, raise me again.
Replace my spine with a steel rod,
Revert my tears to a magic pen.
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Rachel Steinmetz
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Comments (2)
I love this one.
This is beautifully heart breaking. Sending hugs 💕