in a town she swore was dead
she lights the way home
her weariness is a surprise to the lost
what would she have to despair
she the last giant left in a town of statues and tiny bleeding hearts
when your eyes fall between the folds of her fleshy shield
overwhelming waves of pain and sadness hold your breath at attention
hard to look again once its happened
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