My heart is gone, like misplaced glasses,
I stumble carelessly ,
confident that my blindness will protect me,
I see no one who can harm me.
Until I hear the
crunch
of it shattering underfoot,
the splinters finally breaking my thick skin.
My heart is gone, like misplaced glasses,
I stumble carelessly ,
confident that my blindness will protect me,
I see no one who can harm me.
Until I hear the
crunch
of it shattering underfoot,
the splinters finally breaking my thick skin.
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