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You are the word that cannot be spoken, The sight that cannot be seen.
Of shattered glass But never broken, Cleansed, but never clean.
You’re as fragile as a moment’s silence Relieved with phrases gone skew.
Promoting peaceful Acts of violence, Preaching blasphamy at the pew.
You live your life with imperfection, Obteruding with your soft infection.
But you give me reason just to be. You are all I could ever need.
Posted on Thursday August 5th
