All Golden & Godlike

My heart has dents and dimples and craters. It has survived love more times than I can count. What I once thought was broken turned out to only be fissures; I use them to let the light in. Next time when someone tries to crush the slippery pink muscle, I will laugh. You cannot salt and burn the gardens that grow within me — I will come back beautiful, I will come back blooming.

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