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Glass Rod

Glass Rod

You push me around
with careless hands
like I'm a glass rod
on a wind chime
forcing a word
a tune out of me
as the thin thread
I dangle from wavers
and I hold on
another day 
before it breaks
and I detach
from the world I know
crumbling
shattering into pieces

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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