How do you split an all or nothing man,
into hundreds of broken pieces?
All smudged with confusion the colour that grease is.
And you pick each piece up just to try to see your reflection.
Suddenly something hits your eye from broken me direction.
Shocked at what you see,
You throw a piece of me,
to the other end of your play pen of little treasures.
And watch how it shatters again on the wall which holds my picture.
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