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Mar 2020
I am broken to me

not you.

You say the gold
in my seams
are my silver lining
and you are a carpenter
who is blue
sometimes, too.


But I am not a project
worth taking, because
my form
takes shapes
many hours of the day
and you'll break your hands
if you stay.

I am broken to me

not you.
Written by
Phoenix Rising  122/Non-binary/Death's Door
(122/Non-binary/Death's Door)   
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