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Glass-

Staring at the shadows dancing above me, The stone of silence weighs down my words,

Hot tears stream down my cheeks, 

As I beg the angel to take my soul,

He does, 

Clutches at it, explaining the pain in my chest, 

Takes my soul and throws it across the room, 

Whereupon it lies, 

Shattered, 

I awoke this morn

And cut my feet on the broken glass of yesterday…

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