Broken until we can be one again. Solid.
Shattered we stare,
but when broken can't you see all of the broken pieces?
Can't things get in between the cracks, with such ease?
Don't piercings of the cracks hurt us much more than just a bump to a solid bond?
The question really is, do we remain intact with a solid image of what we are
or do we remain shattered figuring out what we really are?
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