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By Broken-Hearted Angel.

My eyes are made of — sharp — glass. Come…look into them, And try to find me. My heart is ~ice~. Come…Hold it, And try to make me love. My Fingers are made of --razors-- Come…..take my hand, And watch the blood drip down Then fall into the sinking sand.

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