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Aug 2020
It's easier to see through glass that hasn't shattered
I look to the ground, the broken mess
Everything is scattered

I see your smile
I see your light
The way you'd kiss my cheek

I see your fist
I see your swing
The way you think I'm meek

It's easer to see through glass that hasn't shattered
I look to the sky, the reflecting light
I see what should've mattered
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   Imran Islam
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