Cobblestones

Sweet and Hard

Are the old broken shards

of past breaks

and old puzzles

that fall away from newly bloodied hands

Kissing them clean with laughter that dances

so free over cobblestones

that once tore me down

…Nothing touches me

And yet everything does.

I Am Me.

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