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Poetry Fail - By Sydney Layne Broken glass, shattered on the floor The hands that committed the crime do not hold my heart any more You are an ocean bottom, a mussel, lets say Who is beautiful on the outside but underneath it is not as lovely The waves that have hit my ears have transferred to my eyes Rivers of are streaming down contained with the broken glass There is no use for repent, for I have heard it all This was all of a sudden, for I did not see What the unauthentic feelings you had for me Betrayl like a knife in my back is what I feel