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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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