On a sheet of glass i stand
holding this cold flesh in my hand
suspended dangerously amist clouds and sky
should i hold on or should i fly
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lovely poem Will lovely, i like the poetic device you used.
i love the transition you write your poems; first broken then holding on and you express hope even with hate overflowing. hmmm... very passionate to the point of anger. that's unreciprocated love. beautiful poem.