time passed
and i knit together
the many truths of my existence
making a wear for this heart.
slowly
the wear became invisible
and one with the heart.
moving on
to the new times
land and sky
some of those strands in there
were a lie
i already knew.
unraveling them meant
curfew
bloodshed
i chose impure heart
instead.
but what i did not know
up until this new reveal
the truth of all truths that is-
the heart must always
bleed and heal.
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