a/n: it was never supposed to be this way. (written in iambic pentameter - ugh - which took forever.)

g y r
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as faith constructs the walls again with glass
& open battles won for loss, the gaps
bridged by blood, thus is agreement (re)written:
redemption festers in its ravaged grave;
it is forgiven, (but) it has been unmade.
so look upon her, ruptured from within—
remember—some ... cannot ever be saved.