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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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