the glass god

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Tell me what is human.
Sketch out the lines
and curves of imperfection.
Shade in the black and white,
show me the edges, haze
out what's wrong and right.

Skin is nothing but glass,
fill me up, watch how much I can take
before I overflow and break
down in front of you.
My fears crystallise
into diamonds. Shatter
and crack them, it doesn't matter,
at least not anymore.

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