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Sep 2022
In how many ways
can I be broken
rejected and forgotten
misplaced and lost
before I come in arms
of your presence?

Holding me
as if you were the one
incomplete without me!

You stitch me back together
fearfully knitted
wonderfully made
in the mightiest of ways
my weakness perfected
in your grace.
AB
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AB  Louisville
(Louisville)   
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