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Like a vase so filled with flowers
falling from it's lofty tower
Breaking, broken, thoughts unspoken
Scattered 'cross the floor

Water leaking, always seeping
As I lay here calmly weeping
Lost, and lonely, doom is only
The flower that blooms no more

And there within my shattered glass
with dreams of nightmares come to pass
Gone, forgotten. The illusion rotten
A twisted soul no hope endures

~ The Snowdog