We broken ones
match with other

puzzle pieces

find one with enough
right fits
be happy.

The mended
the healed
the never wrecked
look like angels
to us.

Brokens dream of wholes
of having one
even more than

She is out there
walking in the world

Joyful, smiling
goodness trails like
faery dust


the face of wholeness
never sees
in a broken the eyes of
a lover.

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