Glass

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Broken glass glitters,
Sparking edges in the sand,
Soon to be worn smooth.
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Bear 07/28/2019
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Hollow Flesh

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His flesh is empty.
His voice is
The Black Wind
Carrying no message.
Behind his eyes
Linger screams
Of children,
Destroyed.
His ears are stoppered
With deceit and lies.
He is death
Clothed in
Platitudes.
He is Hollow Flesh.
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Agawela 05/19/2019
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