What I feel for you
Is a steel wisp of air
Unseen and unbroken

When shattered glass breaks your skin
I bleed

And I would place myself
Before every pain thrown your way
So that you may be spared
Of having any tears

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Yeah, this is another one of those ‘where in the hell did that come from?’ things. It’s actually three different poem scribbles that I placed together because they fit well, and I was trying to acheive the same meaning when I wrote them.

Bah.