Every sheet of glass is shattered,
Reflecting the spectrum in your eyes,
A transfixed gaze you hold
Tightly now, don't let me go,
Whispers we pretend we cannot feel
In every fibre of our being,
Every beat of our heart and soul,
Somehow it isn't getting old,
Though we've seen this all before,
My grace is wasted in your hand,
But you'll chew through again,
Nothing left but blood and water,
And the spit from your dummy,
We're loving hating the drama of it all.
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