Resilience (A Poem)
Other's Effect
Every bullet is armed,
Amo and shield farmed,
Everytime they try to fix her,
She falls apart a little more,
Unraveling at the seams,
So many color beams,
Empty between the spaces,
Broad between the faces,
And the less they know,
The less she'll show,
Anything but black and white,
Everything duller than bright,
True as day is to night,
False as clouds are to sight,
She'll break a little more,
With each word another hole is tore,
Because every time they break her,
She comes together a little more,
Stitching a defense at the seams,
So many color beams.
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