It would be lying to not tell the depth of this deformation of heart
But, shape is lost in pain.
Thought brings cruel truths of depth to full complexity, breaking wholes in parts
Thus, dark'ning truth's domain.
We rely on words to describe this immense disproportion of live art
Where bent memories stain.
Now, life is living in existence which has once been called, and twice will thwart
But, steel will remain.
Strength will hide the tears behind until they seep through hard cracks of broken heart
With steel bending pain.
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