Crevasse of Aperture

The corners of the room weep
For the shards scattered around
The broken pieces of humanity
The crystallized tears of despair
For her spirit has been shattered

The cracks in the walls open
For the wisps of understanding
The smoke of dwindled hope
The last remnants of kindness
For her soft heart has now faded

The floors of stone are canvas
For the paintings made of sorrow
The blackness spilled from fractures
The reflection of all that is lost
For once broken
                              there
                                    __is
                                          _ no
                                                _return

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