Land Of Fragments

Hold a beverage and a ruined reflection, underestimated my trajection, a = single pane is all that separates us, thank goodness that the gla*s is = gracious. How can this shattered vessel hold up under such close = scrutiny, cruel light is cracking every mirror that ever flattened my = variety. I'm the fairest in a land of fragments, target window stained = with time's advancement, I'll hold the note so high, or tie it to a = brick and let it fly. You set up a brand new sheet of see through, a = double thickness will just break twice, cold air rushing in, through the = fracture we saw the flaw in the glare. Submitted by: Mel