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A PIECE OF GLASS
A Piece of Glass
Happiness is so fragile
it breaks and the broken
pieces of that happiness
can never make you happy.
Constant hurting piece
stuck inside the heart
like glass will keep hurting
non-stop bleeding heart.
The piece of glass needn't
be large it could be small
splinter but the pain isn't
small it sure hurts like hell.
Kris ~ Dreamweaver
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