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May 2016
Glass cracks.
No glue can put it back together.
No rope can reconnect the pieces.
You can't touch the shards.
Unless
You
Want
To
Cut
Your
Fingers
Open
Bleed endlessly.
Glass hurts.
It bites hard.
You flinch. Your cry.
When glass bites
Ana S
Written by
Ana S  My mind
(My mind)   
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   K Balachandran
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