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 Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 10:43 am
The shattered glass on the floor. Shattered hope in the morge. My soul shattered between my name. My skull shattered when I hit the ground. Sixty feet above my corpse is a shsttered window, no longer full of glass. They say it was suicide but it was murder. The shattered glass all around each decaying corpse. We shattered like glass. We fell like stone. Our souls shattered before we fell. You shattered my heart and made it cold. Shattered glass is all that is left.
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Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 11:35 am
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