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Fragile MAG

April 22, 2015
By TanviKusum DIAMOND, Gurgaon, Other
TanviKusum DIAMOND, Gurgaon, Other
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Favorite Quote:
All men who have achieved great things have been great dreamers.
Orison Swett Marden

"The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say." - Anais Nin

we speak in hushed voices so as to not wake our memories

I bleed the rainbow
From violet wounds.
My hand is made of glass.
Compressed carbon, promising seas of colorful bliss.
I am like a mirage, I am the invisible, touted to be magical,
But really, I am just frail and delicate.
I’m the cut glass treasured in expensive houses,
So intimidating that I never break,
But rarely have I ever been used; no one has touched their lips to mine,
I’ve never been filled with bloody red wine.
I’m just caged in crystal almirahs and made moon eyes at.
I’m admired but never loved,
Treasured but never owned.
I sit alone and wait, hoping that someone will one day think I’m theirs to break.

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