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Mar 2016
Soul of which is glass,
meets with experiences that chisels the ethereal mass
as fragments chipped slowly, eroded away
anguish rise woe appears still negativity felt untruly
for every corner chiseled and crack shapes an image
wherein forth becomes a sculpture
grandeur in different curvatures and constructions
hence why souls refracts luminescent light as beautiful as any clear mirror
Pears Ken Chaser
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