"family photo"

the broken glass from the picture frame

you see the family photo did not describe me

the broken glass did each broken piece is I

i touch i bleed you talk i listen

the sent of burning things the blood that kills me

well that is why you do not need to know me

just my name is enough

now be careful when you pick up the broken glass

because each piece is me

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