Life makes more sense when you can touch it. The many trivial wounds of life seem so much less threatening when we have something to focus on in front of us. I can pour every ounce of my passion into this torque wrench. I can leave my past screwed beneath the bolts of this engine... and when it purrs, I can finally feel peace. Humans have a need to fix things. We have long found every broken aspect of our lives and fought hard to bring them into order. It is nature, and we are so intimately bound by them that we seek out the broken to make it whole... and that's how she found me... sweetly cracked and shuddering my response to a heavily straining world. In her sweet hands I found absolution and, dare I say it? A friend. A friend that doesn't leave. A friend that fixes me as much as I fix... things. Her blood and mine have mixed, and from us... other little things to fix. And me, I must live by my nature

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PuisiI've collected a lot of works I have made for me and thrown them into a mess of empathic poetry I have done for others.