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I met a youthful lady
the other day,
struggling to walk on her crutches,
but smiling still,
because
the metal pieces that
held her broken foot together
were going to be removed.
She had healed.

So, in hopes of removing
the metal bits and pieces
one day,
I search for them.
I think
it is for lack of those metallic bits and pieces
my heart refuses to heal
from your breaking.