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We All Watched

every pin and razor blade
could be pulled away
by each or any sentence
cultivated by your lips.
i saw the world through dull, round shards
of rose-colored glass,
and that was when i loved you.

but then the rust-worn rails
and gleaming silver scalpels
were shoved into my back and bones
by your once-loving hands,
and that was when i lost you.

the rosy glass scraps turned to stone.



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