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Jul 2013
you pried open my clenched fists
placed the colorful glass into my palm
and pressed my fingers closed
too rough, too fast, too soon
and i squeezed
and i squeezed
and i opened my hand
to find the shattered remnants
of something that could've been beautiful
surrounded
by a pool
of blood
madeline may
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