That day I held me in my hands, just as I would hold that longed-for favorite glass of mine. On the second shelf. Well hidden. I talked about it for the first time. I saw at the bottom of it the gold shining. I knew all his parts. His veins touched my heart. I offer it to you on every page. Cracked, mended, alive, precious, blooming…
Be her heartbeat for a while.
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