I’ll wait here while they cut you open and attempt to mend the latest brokenness inside you I can’t help but to picture you on the table and pray to a god I don’t trust for steady hands that you will be returned to me whole again I will wait here for the muscles to be parsed the bone to be grafted the screws to be drilled into hard places putting things back together where they don’t really belong as close to nature as man can muster come find me where I’m waiting give me a good report
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