Mending

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On my left
under the cliff
of my ribs
there is a bit
of light where the healer
patched me up:
gold in the cracks, love in my bones
sometimes it takes
cosmic super glue
to remind you of your
sacred perfectness
that fixing is breathing, and breathing is breaking
always we are healing, and shining in new ways,
more complex and faceted than before

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