Bruises and BonesMature

To be lost
and found
ages
of blue
and purple
bruises
tracing
every path
every step
every
broken bone
every
bend-over-backward
and every heart
that shatters
we call
and sing
to every bruise
every broken bone
every
lost
and found
specks of sunlight
to wash our
bruises
and bones
We mark
a way
calling for
a light
for a way up
a way out
to be lost
and found 

The End

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