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May 2019
my head's a hollow jar
made of fragile glass
careful not to break
into a hundred shards

my eyes are made of cork
but very poorly so
as everything leaks out
puddles on the floor
05/03/19
glass
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glass  he/him
(he/him)   
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     glass and annh
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