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If I am broken

and there are only pieces of me

I will make them move in harmony

In place of melody

in sync

despite detachment

walking stride by stride

side by side

and forward

and behind

beating while the others rest

in their turn

so from without

all you would see

Is one whole piece

One whole me

not fragments

but facets of a face

the eyes the mouth the skin the sounds

of one steady beat

sounding from the breast

a chorus of parts

singing one song

forming one beat

and moving on

forward to where ever they'd go

side by side and row by row

fragmented, broken always

never to be fused again

feeling always vulnerable

and at odds

never good or clean or worthy

always from the inside broken and ashamed

but strong enough to figure out

how to move forward anyway

by leaps and bounds of faith

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