Pieces of me

I laid them on the floor.
Little broken pieces of me,
Scattered all around.

I stare at them.
Some glistering.
Others empty.

And slowly I gather them,
As a mother would.
Carefully. Gently.

So much to be poured.
So much had been seen.
So I store them away,
All these pieces of me.

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