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The Skateboard Showcase
Broken
Pieces of a Person,
Lying Broken on the floor;
Once a Thing of beauty,
Now that is no more.
Shattered by a few short words,
and a golden dream of love,
He lay's there in his sorrow now,
Like a torn and broken dove.
Smashed to little pieces,
by a dream of a better life,
Those simple truths had hurt him,
cut him like a sharpened knife.
Shattered, smashed, and broken now,
scattered on the floor,
Beaten, battered, bruised and cut,
knowing hurt once more...
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