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There was one night

snapped from drudgery

where I was dressed

in soundless taffeta

velvet and

glass.

It was the sparkle

that did it.

Bruised fruit

after midnight, though.

A mistake to think that

all would change

just because

a heart wanted it so.

Well, things bumped

along

a shabby carriage once

again.

But now?

There was revenge to consider.

And this time

there were shards

left

for cutting.

K® 2011