XII//XIV//XVI

“Dear God”
//
inhale
and exhale
one breath
two words
two small words
just seven letters
and healing
a heart bound in velvet
made of uncensored grace
a broken leg given a crutch
made from
a promise
to never let go
//
and it’s the words after
that matter the most
but the breath
the two words
are the gate to concord

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