So we closed our eyes,
smashed all the mirrors
and danced
and fell
among the shards.
Our blood was beautiful,
pain was pleasure,
and scars were pride.
We kissed
and mumbled through the wine.
We said,
"If all the world's a stage,
the poet operates the spotlight,"
but yearned for glamour
far too much
to remain poets for long.
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