Poem 24: Comfort

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Comfort

The girl
threw the
vase
at her
wall.

The
water fell
faster
than her
tears.

The
glass
shattered
into
a million
shards.

In
that
moment
she knew
her
heart
wasn't the
only thing
broken,

And
in that,
she
found
comfort...

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