Day and Night, I do

Day and Night, I do


These shards of hope

cannot cut my skin,

I’m made of tainted glass

I feel the edges as my own.

I can pick them up every day

and put them back in the sun,

where they can grow tight

and make you smile.


There are these moments when

the moon is full and you are there

and my dreams seem alive

and you dance with them.

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