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It's broken how it fixes.

Odd how it mixes. 

H2O, crushed plants,

Dried bits of cane, birds unhatched,

Ground beans, tree seeds,

All-natural calf feed.

But this concoction

Goes like mad at auction. 

All these unlikely-nesses,  

Mix like bricks.

Still separate; only blended. 

They can woo many

Because they're splendid. 

Even the dough butters

Battered hearts to joy. 

The trick is the heating. 

All the hearts, after greeting, 

Burn in life changing yearn,

Into each other and churn. 

A new title is earned. 

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An amalgamation 

of all the broken bits.

But when they're burned together

They become strong.

They become one great song

in their throng for the Baker; 

The Maker that together 

makes them better.