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Apr 2013
My mind is full of broken glass
That before were pretty fixtures
Fastened together with a carefully woven golden sash.

A mixture of an alabaster and blue hue
Was delicately painted along the curves.
Inside, they were filled with ideas and thoughts anew.

Serving my wants, I let loose the sash
The fixtures slipped from my grasp.
Now when walking through my scattered thoughts, I gnash.
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