I don’t remember where I stumbled across The Glass Child.
I do recall feeling seen by lyrics to songs, drawn close and held together by words, at the times I was most alone. Stirred by reminiscent emotions which had been shoved so deeply down, their throat had closed, only to be scratched wide - yawning bleary eyed. Sly foxes weaving through vines protr…
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