The bridge was made of glass.
Sheer, glossy, breakable glass,
leading from me to you.
I slid off trying to cross.
The loss pierced sharper than the jagged rocks below.
Sheer, glossy, breakable glass,
leading from me to you.
I slid off trying to cross.
The loss pierced sharper than the jagged rocks below.
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