And so becoming a million
pieces of glass
You cut those around you
With your sharp edges
Until there was no one left
To put you back together.
-mckaymi
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Ripples and Waves
PoetryI am the calm in the eye of the storm, but I am also the storm. I could cry a river of empathy, but I could also drown a man in its waters. I might be as shifting as the desert sands, but I might also be as steadfast as the pyramids they carried. ~...
