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like glass

contort like glass,
i scatter maps with your compass
around my neck, still points to us
your words are whispered, and cautious
pen sacred stories
as your light collects like dust on the windows
and cuts through me at strange angles
was it fate or faith that finally brought you here?
told you years ago, one day i’d disappear.

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