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I walk barefooted on the shards of my shattered dreams.
They cut into my feet, forcing me to my knees.
I cut my arm but there's no blood, just cheap wine.
I'm as hollow as the Statue of Liberty, with a torch that doesn't shine.
Pick up a handful of glass, hold them up to the sun's glare.
They sparkle like the wedding ring I'll never get to wear.
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That was really good
Can I get some more
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>>9458216
I kissed the serpent, I risked the fangs,
Death's cold grip close at hand.
I lost the sparkle in my eyes,
But I came away wise.
Blood and fire,
Beauty and pain.
I'm a damaged girl with broken wings.
No matter how beautiful i look, there's always something ugly right
underneath the skin.
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>>9459642
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>>9458148
>I'm as hollow as the Statue of Liberty, with a torch that doesn't shine.
This line was beautiful. I wish it had equally beautiful lines to accompany it. The poem seems a bit fractured with a weak beginning, but you have the potential.
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