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The pieces lay scattered on the cold ground,
Like shards from a clay pot once dropped.
You attempt to collect them,
But I step on your hand.
I don’t want this,
No, no, no.
We are,
Done
***
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Amethyst Champagne
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Comments (1)
That was a creative poem. Very nice.