Broken shell I am
No! in pieces I am
All Crushed
But scattered
The more the merrier
But the more the wearier
On my own I have to build
But the scares have to be in build
If am scared am weak
But if am weak am scared.
Piece by piece I pick
A gleaming gift I’ll be picked.

Peterson Maru
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