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Broken Glass
I am angry broken glass.
My sharp edges want to snap your lies, to cut open your gas mind, to dance with you on broken glass.
What is passion if the snake hides and erases it.
I am sad broken glass.
My sad edges want to cry with your lies, to close your gas mind, to give you shoes to dance with you on broken glass.
What is passion if I allow the snake to hide and erase it.
I am glass. I see the snake and I walk on by.
My sharp edges want to snap your lies, to cut open your gas mind, to dance with you on broken glass.
What is passion if the snake hides and erases it.
I am sad broken glass.
My sad edges want to cry with your lies, to close your gas mind, to give you shoes to dance with you on broken glass.
What is passion if I allow the snake to hide and erase it.
I am glass. I see the snake and I walk on by.
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