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I am but a house of glass..

They tell me I'm too fragile, too weak.

One touch, one drop in the wrong way

and I smash before I can even speak

a word, or line,

just fragmented time

useless behond belief.

I have windows that shine,

and let the light intwertwine

within and without

my brittle bones align

with my outer skin

that wears thin

I don't even know where to begin.

I am but a house of broken glass,

only for a moment in time,

this is a feeling that will pass