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Jul 2011
Shattered glass on the floor.
Broken dreams splattered against the wall.

Many can't see all their words touch.
Sometimes they heal,
Often they shatter at the ears.

Bits of papper scattered upon the bed.
Tortured words stain the sheets.

Tread lightly, speak softer.
Each words a gift,
And a curse
Taylor
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