Visciera: Six Bits Of Black Broken Glass
This thing - nobody knows what it was or where it came from - fell down right in front of me and broke. Now the pieces reflect what's around ...
There is a tree and me,
things afire while others aspire,
carbon and pain,
concrete and gain,
life and death and relentlessness.
Six Bits Of Black Broken Glass
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