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Thin peice of glass,

brushes the surface,

dances over the skin,

red beauty is seen.



So beautiful,

cant stop,

how can this pain feel so good?



Criscrossed etching,

blood tastes good,

better than the tears,

usually shed.



If I can escape with this pain,

then forget the other.



The first time,

I am done,

maybe tomorrow,

the glass will reflect again.