Like the broken glass on the street from a cast out bottle my heart is crushed and used beyond repair.
Never can all the pieces be found and placed together.
Like the mirror that has been broken in anger the shard continue to be found on the bare feet and cut deeply.
Never to be completely cleaned up from the floor.
Like the long used coffee mug that has been tossed in the garbage and smashed when a newer and prettier one that shines young is replacing it.
Never to be desired again.
Look in the garbage bin, in the dump, out in the trash with all the other items that are no longer desired. That is where you will find me.
Never to be found valuable again.
asw(g)
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