there are two types of fragile
they were the second
the first being glass and bone
the shattering of mother's dinnerware
the second being the ticking of a clock
and the boom of dynamite
they were the latter
a bomb setting its own detonation
a shard of glass coated in gunpowder
they were fragile
in the most dangerous of ways
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Author:
Kinsey Peterson (
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that was a nice piece
I won't forget this little piece. Dangerously fragile. Very witty and observant.
Peace of neglecting the breaks
Bravo .. I rarely use the A word these days but I shall use it here write now .. this is seriously Amazing ink Kinsey .. Neville
aww you're getting me all red in the face
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