Self
contemplation: gazing inward
into my shattered soul, my fractured heart
My self I see, but only
as through a broken glass, darkly
Betwixt rivulets of glittering cracks
and in scattered splinters on the cold ground
into my shattered soul, my fractured heart
My self I see, but only
as through a broken glass, darkly
Betwixt rivulets of glittering cracks
and in scattered splinters on the cold ground
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