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My skin is made of glass
And your touch will break me to pieces
Strewn across the floor
Yours to sweep up
And toss in the dustbin
Like memories gone astray
The ones too painful to hold on to
The ones that never seem to fade
Like the full moon straining the sky
To cast its light upon the world
Like an emblem carved in skin
I will never escape you.





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