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Love wasn’t there in the broken shards

of emptied bottles

it didn’t grow through comfort

or the hazy days of liquid laughter

it crept in through the backdoor

after midnight

after the glorious letdown

where we had to learn the ways of grace

that comes when we face the people that we have become

in our honesty

about the weakness we had tried to hide

even though everybody knew

we became strong

we became one