Glass


Here’s the last of my poetry series.  Viola!

She had a glass-hewn flower,

I never understood.

I crushed underneath my boot,

Simply because I could.

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  1. “Simply because I could”. Boys will be boys. They will always pull pigtails and terrorize little girls.

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