I walk across
The shattered shards of
Reality
That cut the soles
Of those
Whose minds are smothered in illusion
Leaving scars
Unseen
By blinded eyes
That only see
The world inside their head
All rounded corners
And dull knives
Dull
Lives
Imagined fire
That neither
Burns
Nor cuts
The icy whole inside
Their heart of shattered lies
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