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The Fragment
Tony Rivera |
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I come upon a mirror lying shattered upon the ground.
Its mortal shell has lost its purpose,
Leaving only a fly's world of angles and insanity.
This mirror still reflects many singular images,
The sunlight on its surface gleams more powerfully than ever before,
But its perfection has crumbled into chaos.
I kneel down upon the ground, and lift up the largest piece.
A sharp edge cuts my hand, though I do not feel it enter.
I see only the wide world, stretching out behind me,
My face the foremost portrait on the shard's flat plane.
I return it to its place among the others and go my way,
Leaving only my blood to mark my passage.
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