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you hear the crash shattered glass shards fall like tears and scatter like ashes sharp angles glitter glitter and shine *don't touch don't help don't salvage don't hold* do not touch the glass you'll smudge the reflection leave prints don't leave prints when you let go they'll be left behind burning deep into the fibers like hands holding embers like scars of war cuts will leave scars so *don't touch don't help don't salvage don't hold* the broken glass leaves stains on your hands on your clothes on your mind on your heart blood pumping blood pouring out blood run cold more than a fracture jagged edges that will never fit the same *so *don't touch me.**
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
I used to be held, once.
you hear the crash shattered glass shards fall like tears and scatter like ashes sharp angles glitter glitter and shine *don't touch don't help don't salvage don't hold* do not touch the glass you'll smudge the reflection leave prints don't leave prints when you let go they'll be left behind burning deep into the fibers like hands holding embers like scars of war cuts will leave scars so *don't touch don't help don't salvage don't hold* the broken glass leaves stains on your hands on your clothes on your mind on your heart blood pumping blood pouring out blood run cold more than a fracture jagged edges that will never fit the same *so *don't touch me.**
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
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