you, once a human, into pieces broken
edges sharp shattered not fitting together
pieces crunch, crash into each other
and others fly/daring you to be catch them..haha..can't catch me
I am abalone shell you a garnet not a carnelian anywhere peridots kiss and tell of others not one embracing another one so what is them..oh no., .not a prune danish with lukewarm coffee
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