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Glass

I am the broken pieces on the
floor
The broken shards of glass that you don't notice anymore
The cuts on your feet have healed
From stepping on me
And the scars has caused the touch of the earth to
become numb and callous
My presence has become irrelevant
But even when you think I'm not
there
I'm deep in between the crevices of your floor boards
Parts of me are stuck between the
cracks of your
skin
I'm with you always





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