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As the glaze from the broken glass
that was my heart
shines in your eyes
Like a collapsed star
You will not know what was
or what could have been

As the waters of time evaporate
into the toxic air of hope
And Grabs your throat
Like a victim of God
You will think twice about life and
wish you had another chance

As the blood from the remains
that was my body
stains your shoes
Like a blind painter
you will not know what you are doing or
when to stop