repairing brokens immersed in thoughts drifting unattached whistling in the dark as a whisper comes.
inside a burden carried, so heavily lifted, into a heart, already overburdened with life, with lack of hope.
someone there knows a secret, instinctually grasping that which has been broken then repairing each tiny piece.
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