A Tinted Life

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It was never about the glass.

Not the flux between full

or emptiness, either.

Rather, hue--

The color of the shards

Scattering, shattering

Falling from the hands

Of Time

Breaking into a bed of jewels

One day

I will wake up

Colored in.

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