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Sunday, January 26, 2014

Glass Girl

by Shannon Barber

For fifteen minutes I am human not glass.
I move like a real live girl.
--walking, talking, tits & smiles.
I see their eyes glaze over.
I've lost my exotic charm.
I stop moving.
My voice drains down to smoke.
And I am glass.
Just glass waiting to be smashed on the street.

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