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Broken.

A thousand purple pieces

glittering int he sunlight

asking a baleful sky

why they are strewn about

like the forgotten memories

of the herbs indulger

and never recieve a satisfactory answer.

Stolen.

The light and love they refract

and bathe naked revelers with

was never meant to be thiers;

yet they hoard iit with

the cunning ardor of an

invisible dragon guarding

his fortune of dirt.

Holding

on to an unraveling strand

that once belonged to a ragdoll

who never recieved the love

she was made for

and instead earned the ire

of the rabid manchild

who never really understood

what madness was;

yet felt its heavy hand

each time he closed his eyes.

Folded.