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you're so brittle sometimes I feel stronger than that but you make me seem like some stained glass window in the belltower of a church, you don't want to touch me for the sake of a metaphor you heard once-- but I won't collect dust on your mantle to satisfy your mirror tropes and sweet, sweet, nothings. that's exactly what they are, right? more than once i've peeled back the ***** of a wound just to make a point, to emphasize a passion, only to be met with is that any way to live? As if you were accosting me in the street for the birds in the trees or dirt in the cracks as if you were saying is that any way to be you? I don't know, is it? Bare your heart! you tell me, and I do, I bear it.
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
He says I'm a clean mirror.
you're so brittle sometimes I feel stronger than that but you make me seem like some stained glass window in the belltower of a church, you don't want to touch me for the sake of a metaphor you heard once-- but I won't collect dust on your mantle to satisfy your mirror tropes and sweet, sweet, nothings. that's exactly what they are, right? more than once i've peeled back the ***** of a wound just to make a point, to emphasize a passion, only to be met with is that any way to live? As if you were accosting me in the street for the birds in the trees or dirt in the cracks as if you were saying is that any way to be you? I don't know, is it? Bare your heart! you tell me, and I do, I bear it.
(c) Brooke Otto 2016 this was supposed to be longer.
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
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