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indurate soul—stone, steel, and bones. i
clash against your edges scouring
for empathy. but brine does
not drip from ironclad.
clay can’t recast from
splinter. soft things
callous or
they must
quit.
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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