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fragile [poem]

your wounds have finally scarred over
that jigsaw puzzle you call a heart finally made whole
but now you’re worried
about letting anyone else touch something
so beautifully fragile
or about someone else’s fingers tracing the edges
memories of stitches tickling their fingertips

Author:

bookdragon, poet, witch

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