I’m sleepy.

I will hold you and the worn edges of all of your pieces, 

Broken doesn’t mean incomplete.

Every piece of you still fits with me,

And with pieces this beautiful I can’t imagine the picture on the box.

Sitting forever with you;

Building patience with patience,

Trust with understanding.

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