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Ashlee Frisch

New Brunswick, NJ
Wednesday, January 19, 2005

Broken Glass

Rating: 5.0
It shatters in the night.
shards lie on the floor
like a broken heart.
Some are blown by the wind.
twinkling in the daylight.
desperate to be free.

Others are swept under the rug.
torturing you.
waiting for you
waiting to cut a foot.
Desperate to leave a mark
a mark that you'll remember.

Sometimes I feel like glass.
Fragile and delicate.
Waiting to be broken.
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COMMENTS
Kimberly Hooten 30 January 2005
I know the feeling Stu... great job...
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