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i threw a vase it smashed next to your head into a million tiny glass shards raining down making small clinking and trinkling sounds on their way down sparkling like glitter but more deadly i threw it in anger your eyes looked at me with so much hurt that i felt my own heat shatter like the vase i had just thrown and you cupped my cheek and kissed me before removing the glass shards and the splinters you threw it all out cleaned up my mess as usual and then you turned to me and said 'sorry' and really i was the one who should have said sorry and we both knew it and not deep inside of us but just under the surface we knew that you apologized for me | ||||||||||||||
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