Broken into pieces
scattered everywhere
lying on the ground
spilled in the water
wheezing past the trees
floating in the air
Gathered every piece
a few still left
two of the curves
a pointy corner
and in the middle of it
still have the gap
crimson red
is it's color defined
anyone can break it
only a few can mend
everyone possess it
but a pure one
is hard to find
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