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Dec 2017
Life is like glass
My body far too thin
To end up with your shards
Deep in my skin
Now these scars run upon my fingers
Trying to pick up the broken pieces
But they run too deep just to forget
Despite the wilted roses
From the time we first met
So now I sit and wait
For something dead to grow
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     stΓ©phane noir, Glassmuncher, --- and Jessy
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