the cracked panes,
she bleeds desperately on.
eyes, hands persevering
into edges, blood crying and hoping down
the sides for a sidekick.
like the last time
just like it was.
a friend above
and below.
who would come to call.
and this chassis
of the last alliance,
of the last time
would bear new friendship.
would breathe out
...hollow confusion
and the nothing of a bond
for which she wants
like her lost teddy.
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