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Glass.

Perfect.
Everything I want you have.
Beauty,
Strut,
Morals,
Poise,
Musical or lilted voice.
But I didn’t know you are made of glass inside and porcelain.
So beautiful.
But no warmth outside and inside.
A glass canvas shielding my knowledge.
But there’s a crack.
I can see the void inside.
No red,
No heat,
Just made of decieving glass.
Fleeting through years but you aren’t even supposed to be.
Luminous.
Beautiful.
Red lips.
Eyes lined by khol.
But its all glass.
I can see the crack,
And its only a void inside of you.

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