Pete's poems from the night.

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As a fragment.

I gather the shattered mirror
To recreate her face
Broken in a doomed reflection
To find solace.

I hold up my creation, in haste
Of her reply
Screams fill the cracks in the glass
She begins to cry.

Shards once again lay around
In my fight I relent
Though in a mess of this vanity
Sees herself in a fragment.

and smiles.