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From Love is Not Enough | by Frances Gregory


I am not
will never be
have never been
healed.

I love you
but my fist is a muscle
the size of my heart
and both beat strong
while neither can yield harm.

My stories are mine,
understated constellations
laced and woven into
your cosmology,

and I have enough tears now
to water your garden
indefinitely.

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