I found this poem lying heretrying to beor not to besometimes it rhymesand sometimes it won'tand then it triesto make amendshowever it beginsor endsand it's made of glassthe clearest glassso much so your eyesmight look right through itas though it wasn't thereas if it had no edgesI wonder how it wearsit could be made of […]
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