I am broken, still. Like the fractured wings of these angels on my windowsill. Dusty webs and dead horse flies. They never needed any alibis. It's hard to feel pain for that which never cries. For all this existence, time was the compromise. I cant's seem to push against my will. These wounds are deep. I am broken, still.
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