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"unbidden familiarity"

What cracked was clay; what sealed itself is horn.

The surface holds no memory of pain,

Only its deadened boundary, worn

To iron resilience where their seam was drawn.

Let every casual eye observe the stain

And mistake the shield for what is dead and gone:

While heart beats on, immaculate and hidden,

Behind a gate where no stranger enters unbidden.

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