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I am a jigsaw of broken glass Each piece on the verge of reach My fingertips graze the razor edges Leaving me with The wounds of wanting
The scattered shards Reflect strange faces All me, and none
If the fragments came together Who would I see?
Am I glass or a mirror?
Perhaps my surface Will always show cracks Reflecting something true
Perhaps knowing myself Was always going To draw blood
About the Creator
Mina Carey
Self proclaimed weirdo, collector of hobbies, creator of worlds and hunter of mysteries. Let's find our new hyperfixation together.
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