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I lay where you callously shot me
Frantic I search for glue
To put me back together
I am scattered glass
I fell the moment
Your words collided against me
My life cracked
Perhaps a stain maker will find me?
Turn this colorless destruction
To a window of beauty?
Or perhaps I shall become
The street beneath your feet?
Hard as asphalt
I am rose petal drops
Lying on the ground
Grasping for a meaning
To my once colorful life

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