Walking on mines and mirrors,
Glass like glitter falling up,
Marking flesh memorable scars,
If not for remembrance less known,
About self and selflessness,
Yet to come or yet to see,
A shard of a moment of a time,
Once flashing, now glancing,
Into a beauty too far gone,
As if this stroll isn't perilous enough,
The mockery and heckling is,
With careful step avoid the...
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