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• Shards on the Floor

  Through the window, I see
  see the shards scattered
  scattered like thoughts
  thoughts broken,
  broken glass, glistening
  glistening in the morning light

  A clear glass, dew-kissed
  kissed by cold air,
  air heavy with silence
  silence echoes, echoes
  echoes of yesterday's fall
  falling doesn't mean an end

  18 May 2014

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