Seas of broken glass,
reflect so well both dreaded and dear memories of,
the days, seemly so many past,
and are filled with the expectations I have,
and had, and the dreams I wish I'd had the courage to dream.
Seas of broken glass,
shine sharply in my imagination,
the rays, piecing my darkness, quick like a dash,
blinding and deafening to the narration,
of days had, and the dreams I wish I'd had the courage to dream.
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A Gaze Through My Reality-scope
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