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Glass Tears

By , Pittsburgh, PA
Pieces of glass fall off my face
And shatter on the floor
The door slams into
my heart
breaking
lies with the tears
of glass
pierce my feet
tears, heart, and shouts
all on the waiting floor.
Alone.
Waiting for me.





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