The miracle: knots of anger dissolved
The rage between hate and forgiveness died
When clots of serpentine hurt died in me
They lost their edge and became frictionless
Smooth objects - then they slowly disappeared
Anguishes burst into prosperous flames
In a golden instant came the whispers
They were settling surgeons around my chest
No cardiovascular disorder
was present - only true love and stitches
Soft stiches
These surgeries saved my life
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