I have seen the pieces of shattered mirror beneath my feet
Along with a crushed heart as hard as concrete
I laugh at that mirror and the man that stood before it
Engulfed with so much hate, he could do everything but ignore it
Yet he tossed a stone through this mirror to get a better view
And watched himself grow into the poet that he never knew
That man is I, and I am that man
The man who has the power to bring a beach to the sand
My poems will never cease to exist, as they have become a stain
And I will not cease either until every soul on this Earth has felt my poetic reign
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