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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Tanner Squyres


 

Broken glass

Like a shard of glass
I am swept
Brushed away by fantasy

Like a glass half full
I am poured into the sink
Washed down with a kiss on the cheek

Like a vase sitting on the top shelf
I fall hard
When I shatter to a million pieces
He steals a shard of me
And again I am swept