Two months since the mirror cracked
Slicing picture strips edgewise
Jagged patterns telling awkward truths
A witness statement in disguise
Image questions crudely asking
Picasso postures fill in shapes
Saying beauty can be found in here
Between the lines where love escapes
In the passageway still hanging there
A portrait prison stalks the wall
To catch the hopeful passerby
Pretending not to look at all
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