She was soft spoken,
Always fragile,
Like glass.
But I can only take care of glass for so long,
Especially when it seems to break anyway.
...To shatter it might be fun.
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Poem and Prose Scraps (That Don't Quite Fit Elsewhere)
PoetryJust pieces that didn't quite fit in any of my other books that I don't feel are significant enough to require their own book. This will probably contain a lot of edgy stuff, so... brace yourself and enter at your own risk, I suppose.
