(Dear Sara)

Help make my world come to a halt.

Solid, you held me when I fought.

Even when all is deemed my fault,

keep the world whole when it seems wrought.

And though taken with a grain of salt,

I need a break from lessons taught,

to pull together pieces sought,

and form the mind that lost the thought.


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