Seven shards of glass
That spin and twist and
Score my body
Some draw wine from my
Fragile defenses
Others aren't so sharp
Seven more glinting blades
Host a fresh foray
Those that hit the mark,
Tear the patchwork quilt,
Opening parched scabs
Fifty-two more onslaughts
and it's time to begin again
Time to begin again
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