I reach my hand out,
caught by another
stopping me
A glass wall.
It's surface stained cold
slowly freezing me
solid.
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My eyes well over
And I stand
As salt glazed lines
Blur my resolve
To sand
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I don't want to be here
My smile laid in planted lines
Flowers for eyes,
A licorice smile
sweetly rotting
out my teeth
