my soul is made of rags

my soul is made of rags
colorfull patches
tatters of all shapes and sizes
cut apart and torn things
pieces and leftovers
of beautiful origin
i do not look for someone
to replace or mend them
dont want no one
to fix it
nore to make me whole
i would want one to appreciate
someone who can sow
whose love like thread and needle
would take me how i am
yet keep me from falling apart

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