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The glass has decayed
and returned to sand
yet still I dreamed
that this would never end.

Standing on a platform
are you too cruel to suffer?
Squeezing my hand tighter
with shards of glass in your palm.

You buried me against my will
under crimson skies, I was lying still
gently I gripped your hand
as the blood poured onto the sand.

I looked to you to guide the way
but the freezing winds lead me astray
and atop the uphill climb
you pushed me down the other side.

I can still see your reflection in blood
can you even recognise yourself?
And you left me here to burn
before reaching out your hand.

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