it's the people who need that move me-
threads in a tapestry,
tattered and torn and woven together.
oh god, we needed you,
and you were there in our hands and feet
and in our weeping.
you covered us in our weeping.
you sat with us, in our friends, in our weeping
and piles of mess.
oh god, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.
i wouldn't ever want to be without such beautiful people.
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