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Jan 2014
i consist of countless
shattered shards of glass
that pass left up the ground
cause no one wanted
to claim their mess.

i myself picked these
pieces one by one
slowly collected the
parts of me before they
were lost.

i glued them together
fingers bleeding and splintered
but they held and i looked
the reflection was cracked
and distorted in many ways.

but ****, it was beautiful.
Anna
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