I AM....
I AM
Shattered glass.
Which you look upon,
With equal distrust
And admiration.
I AM
A winter's sunset.
Which promises,
Warm weather,
And hope.
I AM
Wind in a tunnel.
Which catapults across
Your skin,
And voice.
I AM
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