The lustrous glass, cut flawless, smooth with no imperfections.
It appears sturdy, but to think that is a misconception.
Its appearence and beauty proves comeplete deception.
At the slightest strike, it will shatter to pieces, then its beauty ceases.
Shattered crystal glass spread across the concrete floor.
Glistening like a thousand tiny diamonds, maybe more.
Shards of silver, white, and gray lie there.
Nothing left to see, nothing left to share.
Dangerous and deadly, representing human emotion.
Reality taking its toll, another false notion.
We have to find the cure to this poison.
Vibrations in the air, from raising voices.
There it is, before your oblivious eyes.
Taking form to another glassy art.
Of a fragile, broken, crystal heart.
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