the whole panorama of the world was reflected flawlessly on my little marble as it traveled at will on the paths without ever being violated by a possessive hand all gains were painless the glass didn't know the stone my heart was not acquainted with love
The seen-through pane whispers hardship's lessons with fine spider-web cracks. A hungry orb weaver reflecting on this -- spiraled glass, brokenness -- stitches it better.
the first stepping stone stopped the marveling marble in the kaleidoscopic web of a fragmented reflection Untouched, it had felt indestructible held close, it sees the creep of crevices opening a myriad intact windows in a single broken window Each different facet perfectly depicting its wholly woven worlds
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