Bracing With Glass Shards
Strolling on the broke glass as a brace
With blood oozing from his dainty feet.
A heavenly soul sighs a sickly grin in glut.
Bestowals are ablaze with affection and trust.
They involve testing to guarantee healing.
The tearful eyes start eagerly to shimmer.
The street of life is paved with mystery.
Next, the breeze is incredibly dicey.
Written: April 1st, 2022
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