March 27, 2012
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I don't want to talk
when sheer silence is abroad,
but the mirror has crashed down
and has sprouted a wicked sound.
Yet still the noise is sweet
and won't keep my bloody feet
from stepping on the glass
that's rumored to be only trash.
But to me,
this pain means
I'm free.

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