May 4

Your hands were so warm inside of cold

so soft inside of fear

You know your eyes were dripping wet with what you could not heal.

My glass edge heart is flesh
I know You know I felt you feel.

You questioned loud inside of silence

My answers struggled in the fight.

You know your eyes were dripping wet with what you could not give.

The glass edge of you still bleeds,
You know I know you ache to live.

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