A woman takes
another woman
by the hand
gently leading her
to the bathroom
to wash
the tear tracks away
They walk slowly,
one matching her pace
to the other.
The bond of love
amidst the chaos
of broken things
around and in them
is strong.
And in the tender space
between two clasped hands
broken things do not seem
quite so broken
any more
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