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4d
Cold nights that split the canvas of my chest

A slow, jagged tear- pulling stars from their homely void

But you arrive, a quiet gravity, soft hands tracing the fissures...

You don't just mend the wound. You re-align the scattered light.

Taking the broken shards of my self, You polish them to a mirror-sheen, Setting each one back into the dark with a new, brighter focus.

Now, when the night returns,

The breaks aren't scars; they are the new lines of the map.

You make a galaxy out of the grief,

And I learn to love myself through your eyes.
Lee
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Lee  69/F/Where minds go to dream
(69/F/Where minds go to dream)   
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