You are…

A melting point of old and new,

jinxed for some, lucky for few,

dwelling beyond lines false and truths,

a bunch of wrinkles, memory can run its fingers through,

a crack, life forgot to fill,

a scream, only silence could feel

those blurry eyes, behind shining glass,

a bed of thorns, buried beneath the flower vase,

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