Humans

So here we stand,
a pile of broken mirrors in the wind,
earth, moon and stars mock our bodies,
frail lumps of existence we are,
shadows and silhouettes,
light no longer cares for us,
we break her into fractions
at angles confused and without beauty,
we are tangled in marred reflections of each other,
bouncing similes,
parts and pieces of ourselves,
we are not whole,
we are not whole
 
 
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