A beautiful glowing glass stone
Shining brighter than the sun and the stars
Bigger than a smooth rock
Smaller than my lost heart
I held it in my hands all day
And under my pillow at night
Until a storm came by
Ruining the friend that always was there
At that point I had been awake
Thunder and lightning was heard through my window
I watched my stone as it started to crack
When the storm had ended at last
My stone had shattered into unlimited shards
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