Unshattered
The tears empty into dust, just as the drops of blood that fall from
broken flesh. Stains remain, scars remain, but if all is forgiven what
is left broken? Aught us all remain healed, neigh, unblemished?
And yet through it all I quiver, shot with an unweighted arrow.
And yet through it all I quiver, shot with an unweighted arrow.


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