Nov 21
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Guilt

Crunch Crunch Crunch.

The glass under his feet breaking more
    and more with each step.

Scattered memories and broken dreams,
stepped upon by a single clueless fellow.

Crunch Crunch

But he never meant any harm, no,
    not once did he mean anything like that to happen.

Crunch Crunch Crunch

The glass’s obnoxious crunch hurts his ears
    As much as his guilt hurts his heart

crunch crunch… Tap

He couldn’t hear anything,
Couldn’t feel the glass beneath his feet.

He was happy, but strangely missed the glass.


 
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