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Mosaic

The shattered pieces lay at my feet.
the jagged edge of the piece,
that was once Aphrodite’s heart,
sticks out of my foot.
The piercing pain of loneliness,
Pervades my exterior demeanor,
Stabbing, jabbing, piercing, and
Slicing my beliefs
Like a butter knife butter
Into thin, individual pieces,
Of Aphrodite’s heart
Alas, my heart,
Frail and decrepit,
Wishing for the days when
I believed in it
I believed in the dream
Only, they didn’t believe
But they are them,
And I am me
So with my dream gone
I disappear into the depths of hell,
Waiting for Hades to steal my life from him
My mosaic shattered beneath my feet



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