LaGrange
We have walked through fires
Both literally and figuratively
You could file us under damaged goods
The damage fluctuates
The good remains
You are my sister
My family
My bones
Your support is the construct
Of the future me
Our friendship nourishes
Music like balm healing us
We excavated versions of ourselves in the desert that will always remain
One with the land
My heart forever grateful
For the flame that is your spirit
You dance through my life
Laughter like glitter in your wake
Leaving it more dazzling
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