I sculpted this vase out of sand
Forged through fire and air
Visually a beautiful sight to behold
It was a gift for a lover
Pristine condition
I gave it to her and in a rage she slammed it on the cold, hard ground
I felt my knees perplexed, confused, disheartened
She left me there as I picked up the pieces
Each piece I picked up sliced open my fingers
I took the pieces home and began reassembling the glass vase back together
Every time I got half way through , it would fall apart again
My blood, sweat. and tears were officially a part of this vase
After countless hours and frustrations I had finally gotten all the pieces back together again
I stood there looking at it
A wave of disgust, and anger overtook me
I picked up the vase and threw it at the wall where it crumpled to pieces
I couldn\'t stand what it then. At that moment represented
It was a fail attempt
At something that was never there.
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