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I always laugh when you refer to me as glass. Not just because of the way you say it, (glass-as-in-gas). Or because I know it's a crack at my fragility. Glass is pure. I am like granite - my body nullified from too many clashing traits. Glass is transparent. I am like clay - illegible from all the plastered smiles. Glass is unyielding. I am like chalk - easily broken and scuffed away by meagre things. Glass is hung up on walls and in great cathedrals, tinted for enhancement, but only ever painted on by fools. I am hidden behind keypads and camera lenses, coated in a thick paste of deceptiveness. No, my love, I was never glass.  (Despite