glass

I am made of glass

breaking

sharp and small

cutting and sinking in

until you pull me out

transparent

parts of me no longer exist

ghosts that barely

manifest

faint outlines

vanishing

temporary and

tempered

forgotten beneath the waves

of the latest pleasure

the misheard lyric

sung off key

in another land

by another voice

that you never really heard


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