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Red Trinket

The pieces fall on the floor
I look down upon my shame
The ueen I serve will be head me
For I have broken her trinket
This trinket is red amd only red
It glows with the sunlight
That sneaks through the window
And I have broken the beauty
Can someone tell if I were to put it together
Or can I just fix it and all will be fine?
I must think of something now
otherwise my head will be a decor on the wall
I suppose the old antique would look the same
If I were to put it back together
Unless my majesty can mark every detail
Then I'm Doomed to be a head





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