Written by Shayla D Smith
Wept tears of Glass .
Felt like vinegar in place of Water.
Solids taken three days after.
Sharp and torn, yet
Never do those words to progress seem
Better than, "He said, She said."
Gives me strength to Escape
From the entry.
Here is the Fire Escape
Save a few tonight.
Climbed that mountain
I think I saved a village,
Yet I might have saved a city
And felt rejected by the Mayor.
I sit and spit upon the floor,
And make clay for their eyes.
They have turned to blue!
I think yours are blue too!
Mine look a blueish hugh,
As much as they have
Seen the World in Blue!
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