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3d
He was glass.
Not necessarily fragile, but the threat was always there.
You couldn't crush him in your hands if you tried,
whether with love or cruelty,
lest your hands be stained with blood.
But maybe all it would take is the smallest slip,
clumsy footing,
and he would shatter.
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   Kalliope
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