With Love
You're broken my dear
And not like broken bones
You're shattered
Like a glass mirror
Sharp edges that cut deep
Your hard shell menacing
While inside you're drowning
Gasping for breath
Reaching. Reaching. Stroking
If only you knew
How well you float
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