are mirrors,
Not quintessential or sublime
But rather
Inherently flawed reprises
Glinting illusions & disguises
Crackled fragments of broken dreams, crestfallen hearts
Smithereens of turmoils & tribulations
Shattered mirrors, splitted from pore to pore, part to part
Plighted to a mortal coil of utter insanity
A chronicle lasting almost eternity!
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