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Mar 2020
My soul is made of glass,
but I’m not easily shattered.

My demons are made of dust
that muddy the water within.

My cracks are made of tear ducts
that open with too much pressure.

It’s okay to leak the filth away
and cleanse the glass for clarity.
Kairee F
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