Land of Fragments

Hold a beverage and a ruined reflection, underestimated my trajection, a =

single pane is all that separates us, thank goodness that the glass is =

gracious. How can this shattered vessel hold up under such close =

scrutiny, cruel light is cracking every mirror that ever flattened my =

variety. I'm the fairest in a land of fragments, target window stained =

with time's advancement, I'll hold the note so high, or tie it to a =

brick and let it fly. You set up a brand new sheet of see through, a =

double thickness will just break twice, cold air rushing in, through the =

fracture we saw the flaw in the glare.