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Feb 2019
long growing in my soul
the most bitter wrong
threatens to dissolve the marrow
to make a model from the shadows
and hoping to elude hell
I carved a marble smile
and stood on a half shell
veiled in artful wiles
but still my hands are sharp
and my skin is cold
and all the glass in the world
shatters if I say a word
Written by
   Jim Musics and Perry
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