Fastening The Screw.

Fastening the screw,

With a flower and love,

The screw became tight,

And couldn’t be loosened.

The screw was of healing,

Which needed to be installed,

And the healing came through,

And it was bliss and truthful.

The pain melted away,

Knowing that it wouldn’t last,

The screw is permanently fixed,

And the love within has grown manifolds.


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