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May 2011
mirror mirror that is my wall
tell me why you have trapped my soul

cliche after cliche I'll break them all
just like my fist broke your face

but I couldn't see you cry
the pain let me know you were hurt though

and the red
I smeared it all over my hands
picking out the pieces of glass
attentively whispering out
you love me... you love me not
you love me...

you don't ******* love me
you don't feel anything!
you are 2 dimensional

a fine line between
glass and paint

but it will take a miracle of
equivocal proportions
to the heat required
to birth glass from sand

to break free the hold
you trapped me in

what have you done?
little one...

what have I done?
- From A Silent Cryptic Basement
Samir
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Samir  New Jersey
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