Chewing Glass
O' how thy eyes are set on me!
My trembling face turns from thee
Thy angelic hands brush my pain
The touch chills December through my veins
When you speak my spirit wisps
My days turn from stone to brass
But the night you shared a kiss
I was chewing glass.
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