It was perfect.
Something about that one
Made it different,
Made it stand out
From the countless, identical others.
It was so fragile,
Yet unbreakable.
The world was spinning by
But there it rested,
Captivating, radiant.
It was content
Waiting eternally
And always being left behind.
It seemed to glow with beauty
Unseen by most.
It seeped into his mind.
He could see it already,
The way her face would light up.
She would smile
And forget that she was supposed to be
Heartbroken.
It was perfect.
A green glass rose.
 
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