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Mar 2013
So beautiful yet so immune
As I stare at it I remember
How before you
It wasn't in pieces
It was pure
Now it's unrepearable.

I kneel next to it
Then reach my hand
And take a piece
I see my reflection
And imagine you next to me.

I hold it to thight
And the blood starts to flow
From my hand
Throught the glass
And then drips to the floor.

I don't care
Because I am now with you.
whispertotheair
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