Glass
Such a smooth surface
With such a sharp edge
We're playing a dangerous game here
I've got you on a ledge
If you touch me, I'll cut you
This blood you see on my is not my own
Come closer but tread lightly
For you've now entered a warzone
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
Tell me, have I made myself clear?
Now that I've shown you the mess I can make,
Don't you know I'll hurt you, my dear?
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