My reflection pleased my eyes
As they use to gaze upon this mirror of fate
I saw upon its polished surface blue skies
Nestled softly within my arms this china plate
Where upon being wooed I loosened my grasp
Watched amazed as the fragments fled
They ran off with the stolen parts of me
Only justified within the world springing from my bed
But in my reality I pick up my broken self
And look intently upon my puzzled face
And recon back to younger days
When my complexion took complete shape
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