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Nov 10
I miss the days of old,
When passion and fire and hope
Tinted the glasses I wore

But they pinched too tight,
And they cast off my face,
And they went to find another.

So now reality is my glass,
Showing truth and lies
And everything surrounding

So now I make my own hope,
Force a smile through cracked teeth,
Hiding the tongueless hollow
That you created of me.
You made this bed of glass, now lie in its shards.
Edmond
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