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Another poem by Vicki about me.Rate this Poem
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Broken glass
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Created on 5-4-08
Minutes roll by and the glass stands. Hours chip away and the glass cracks. Days break off and the glass breaks. Months run away and the glass melts away. On the floor the liquid flows and burns through her soul. Broken pieces of yesterday’s fine china cut bits and pieces out of her. Her eyes are windows of stained glass and her soul so fragile, a lovely china shop. Her own eyes and her own soul fall into her. Broken glass can’t be repaired.
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