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Well armored...
It hides the scars.
Away from view
Fear of monstrosity.

Beneath the helm
Countenance beautiful.
Fractured emotion
Trust has waned.

Greaves fall to feet
Many leagues walked
Legs born grief
Collapse...

Many blows
Dented shield
Broken blade
Emptied hands.

Breastplate faded
Removed...
The heart is worn
Yet impaled.

Deeply thorned
Gently grasped
Crying...
Healing begins.

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