if i were broken
let me say thank you
i like the broken pieces
the shatters of my
glass self
scattered on the floor
i like the sound of
shattering
they have become music
to my ears
if i break i understand
the reason
from all these cracks
the morning light enters
from all these shattered pieces
it is here where i best
glitter.....
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