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"Am I made of Glass?" poem by Jessica Salyer
I'm lying down on your bed yet I am invisible to you. I stare into your eyes but they glance right over my entire body and rest themselves into the mirror. Just the words coming out of your mouth, cuts my soul in pieces. So I bury my soul in all of your dresser drawers, some shall just lay on your wooden floor, screaming in vain to be pulled back together. Yet your own soul is screaming to my heart. You'll be fucking dead before the bullet hits your head. I love you and I really shouldn't. Your face is made of the prettiest glass and I accidentally smashed it. The lips I once kissed fly ar…
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