Souls of Glass

Impulsive fingertips grope the dark

eagerly awaiting morning lark

Limbs poised though to dart

while whispers numb a racing heart

Teeth gnash, jaws clench

the poison spreads its stench

Echoes shiver through broken veins

shadow tongues resume their reign

But all this pain eventually will pass

as time protects souls of glass


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