veins
to my
body
mind
all
self .
put me on
the shelf .
examine .
i'm not like
that glass
vase
i'll be falling
down .
i'll be spitting
shards
no matter
how well
god guards
glue them
with your
waters
to get
new
ornaments
each
time
fill me up
with yours
see the cherry
lines
crawling off .
that's
my veins
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