shards
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I was the one
Who broke the vase
All its pieces
Shattered on the floor
And so I’m sorry
That you had to pick them up
And sort through the ruins
One by one
Here, the water
Is no longer.
Here, there are shards of glass.
Here is the forbidden
And untamed land
Everyone seeks and adores.
Here, the land is guarded by glass shards...
They say a mirror breaks
Into a thousand pieces
When it is hit by
By anything that contains
The force to shatter it
And crack the glass,that
Might have been immaculate,
Or might have been dirty,
