i broke, eye saw, i broke, aye aye
2026-07-31
you break two times.
first when you break,
second when you realize you're broken.
pieces of scattered pieces are not pieces,
a broken rock, shell and mineral,
actively breaking for millions of years.
you don't call them by their name, before they broke,
you call them sand.
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