
Mend your broken shards with gold and silver
For they are not mere tombs that enshrine your loss
But new tales ready to be told
And the cells from which new life unfolds.
Mend your broken shards with gold and silver
For they are not mere tombs that enshrine your loss
But new tales ready to be told
And the cells from which new life unfolds.
Art and Abstraction.
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