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a small amount of potential it shatters.
fractions of a mirror
shatter, shatter, shatter.
all across her floor
she is scattered all around
in the broken glass
he thinks he knows
he doesn't know
he doesn't see her broken reflection
your poetry is the kind of poetry I like to read two or three times. he doesn't see her broken reflection
how neat how this poem ends. I right about mirrors broken, chairs broken, walking on broken glass. I just like to write like this sometimes, it lets out a lot of anger.