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Updated: Aug 31, 2022

we shouldn’t be


fragile ought to be a teacup

or finely blown glass

not life

or psyches


or constitutions

but we are

each one of us



a breath

of bro


a second

of split ting

a flash

of fad ing

a whisper

of wilt


too easily we come apart

at the seams

from a memory

a scent

an event

an affliction

barely bound

by guts grace

and tears

that keep us whole

be friend fragile

we don’t truly feel

without it

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