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Dec 2010
The Broken Glass.

Smashed to pieces,
The glass just rests - spilled across the floor,
Knocked, by a filthy ***** - nothing more,
Where it once stood -- gone.


Like crystals across the floor,
Flickering, under the light,
This was to be, "their" night,
Ruined, by a filthy ***** -- nothing more.

Her eyes, upon the broken glass,
This was time, for her heart to pass,
"Leave, now..." was all she said,
And out through the door,
Goes a filthy *****.
Eternallucidity
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