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Guilt
whatever shivers
and breaks like
the most delicate
blown glass rose,
no two the same,
spun thin as spider web
something pulled
from what there
didn't seem to
be that much of
You're awed
catch breath
that escapes
At that moment
leaves and flowers
collapse a quiver
of crystal air
haunts you o
even icicles
cracking make
you feel it's
you
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