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“Pieces of Glass When I look into your eyes I see the doubt of lingering questions. The strength of our love And if it can prevail. I see the things you’ve been through. The trail of swept pieces of broken glass. Shining through the dark. I’ve both a broom and a dustpan. And don’t have a problem, Getting on hand and knee. Sometimes, that is stronger than Fear itself. The strength of another to help Get you through the dark. That is what you taught me The first time I met you. I didn’t see any of your fears, Anything that resembled a troubled past. I saw your light. Okay, maybe a hint of glass. But there isn’t a part of me That is afraid to hold on to you With everything that I have. When you look into my eyes. One of the things I sincerely Hope that you see. Is trust. Trust to love gain”

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Twelve Midnight

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