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They were lost

Or rather

Sometimes the Norns hide things

In the present

To reveal the past

Which determines the future

That day set us back to a place

Where the jagged edges

Carved sharply into our hearts

There is no linear path

To pain

It spirals, each curve

Touching new points

On the same line

Rust is just a reaction

To unprotected iron

Only I didn’t expect

A corrosive coating,

Attacking through the slightest scratch,

Would damage an indomitable shield

The keys taught me that

Abrasives cure the abrasions

Polishing up the parts

Like a wound that needs lancing

Everything must rise to the surface

To be new once more

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