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Shattered glass, lay everywhere
In a way, randomly placed
Forcing my tears to shine, from the dim lighting up above
From where the candle, can barely stay lit

Everything, is gone
Everything, is taken
And nothing, but shattered glass, and I are here

No family, to comfort me
No bed, to warm me
And the only sounds, are the dark chills of wind blowing

My teeth chattering,
And knees trembling,
My arms have been saturated with goose bumps

Life has no meaning from this point,
For I have nothing left
And nothing, to spare

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A poem about “The Night of the Broken Glass”

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