Threading on these broken glasses
With knives in my back
Glazed in the eyes
As I make these sloppy passes
Whisper to this shell,
Life so I breathe
No moulding again!
Let this imperfection stay
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Love,
Paris ♥
Piecing the shatters awhole.
