a single cut
waits open, tended only by sunlight
healed only by rain
a silent wound
stays fresh, fused true by love
simple, total, agape
i am not that doctor
nor am i that victim
just a cradle of soft advice
locus uninterrupted
daring to serve
but not be deserving
i am not that doctor
(though my heart trains it so)
that cuts
that heals
that binds
i wish i was
adt
cincinnati, oh
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