Reflections in a glass
Half full of heartache,
Prisms reflected like clear blue flame,
Dancing refractions of memory,
Memories that drown in poisoned shame...
Memories forgotten in a cloud of pain...
Finding your face here again,
Finding myself in the refractions...
Split in a million cracks formed in the glass,
Split in a million lives formed in the past
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