I may be a mess of broken glass
Sifting, scraping and sad; and
Between wounded and trembling hands clasped
Or maybe I may be heap of sand, amassed
Shifting and spreading over self
My fickle form merely fleeting when grasped
But most terrifyingly...
I may be a mass of icy clear glass
With my simple see-through nothing
Naked, and so easily passed!
- Author: Euthyphro ( Offline)
- Published: August 20th, 2023 00:07
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 7
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