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Seven Shards
a poem i was just working on
Seven Shards Break a mirror and get seven, Each shard scars another chapter of my life, One time I seen it all fade away Two more times to hit the maple glass, Three more strikes of the hour to face my life, Four loves hate with every click of that old face, Five more times I cry for the daughter who never had a father, Six more times I stare at the shattered life looking back at me, Just seven more sins to repent till im out of hell and in heaven |
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