GlassA Poem by ..And Then He Died
It breaks and burns under my feet.
The world is made of glass, so easy to break. I think that I am falling into the glass, falling into the world and breaking my bones. I am drowning in this glass world.
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3 Reviews Added on August 22, 2011 Last Updated on August 22, 2011 Author..And Then He DiedVancouver , CanadaAboutImagine this: You’re peaking. You’re in your youth. At the prime of your life. The last thing you want to be is a symbol for heroin use. You’ve finally met someone of the opposite se.. more..Writing
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