People see things
People say things
Pulling petals from a rose
People try things
People hide things
They know everybody knows
People love things
People lose things
Drift away upon a breeze
People spill things
People kill things
Eyeballs swim in salty seas
People drop things
People break things
Shards and splinters fill the past
People shatter
People splatter
Like our dreams are made of glass
by Richard W. Bray
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