Shards
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Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
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The cup slips,
ceramic shatters,
a sharp gasp,
then silence.
Pieces scatter across the floor,
jagged edges catching light,
reflecting what was hole,
what is now many.
Fingers hesitate,
hoever over brokenness,
a choice-
to gather or to leave.
Some shards are too fine to hold,
too small to see,
but they remain,
waiting underfoot.
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