The Pumping Glass Stone

The pumping glass stone,
Tossed and dropped and shattered,
The pain is felt and reflected through orbs
Anguish!
Pain!
Sorrow!
Strain and pressure, the stone may die,
but it doesn’t
And soon,
Soon,
The broken pieces will come back together
The fractures still there
But alas,
All in one piece

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