June 2011
Broken statues
Show me your hands, let me wash them clean. We all need this to be renewed, after time and wear. We’re broken statues. Vines intertwined around your insides. Hold you down. You beg for restoration. Your best has crumbled, from being so weathered. We all deserve this, to be renewed, to change our ways, to be allowed to choose. So let me build you back up. As you’re carrying me too. Show...
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