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the  jagged   shards              of porcelain                                      spewed                         upon               the floor           they                   lay,            scattered  as I       try                    desperately    reconstruct             the pieces missing           definitely     missing               a             few     and  yet,                 it’s almost    like                  they  didn’t       exist.              defeated,    I  put    them                 together                 the rough             shape of a          vase    glue the             pieces     together            give them         a new breath   of life the vase is     crude, but     holds water        smile,     knowing it is  fixed           cry,  knowing it will  never be      the same again sigh,      as                 the vase               is                     broken      once               more,     into further               tiny shards of                    misery.
the jagged shards of porcelain
spewed
upon
the floor
they lay,
scattered
as I try desperately
reconstruct the pieces
missing definitely
missing
a few
and yet, it’s almost like
they didn’t exist. defeated,
I put them together
the rough shape of a vase
glue the pieces together
give them a new breath of life
the vase is crude, but holds water
smile, knowing it is fixed
cry, knowing it will never be the same again
sigh, as the vase
is broken
once more,
into
further
tiny
shards
of
misery.
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the  jagged   shards              of porcelain                                      spewed                         upon               the floor           they                   lay,            scattered  as I       try                    desperately    reconstruct             the pieces missing           definitely     missing               a             few     and  yet,                 it’s almost    like                  they  didn’t       exist.              defeated,    I  put    them                 together                 the rough             shape of a          vase    glue the             pieces     together            give them         a new breath   of life the vase is     crude, but     holds water        smile,     knowing it is  fixed           cry,  knowing it will  never be      the same again sigh,      as                 the vase               is                     broken      once               more,     into further               tiny shards of                    misery.