I don't know what happened;
My jaw used to be a jagged
shard of glass spackled with blood.
Notoriously unbreakable.
But now, it's a pliable
And frail material of conformity -
Just like me.
And as I collect beautiful objects
in an arid desert,
I salt upon your remains
and lightly sprinkle them into a stew.
2a.
Going into shock
over nothing you said,
building a house of marbles
with marble glue.
"You're a beautiful guy,
But I'm so used
To the one I have."
And you're a dazzling dream -
But I'm so used
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